Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux (Robinson-Darmesteter) (1857–1944)

AND shall I weep that Love ’s no more,

And magnify his reign?

Sure never mortal man before

Would have his grief again.

Farewell the long-continued ache,

The days a-dream, the nights awake,

I will rejoice and merry make,

And never more complain.

King Love is dead and gone for aye,

Who ruled with might and main,

For with a bitter word one day,

I found my tyrant slain:

And he in Heathenesse was bred,

Nor ever was baptized, ’tis said,

Nor is of any creed, and dead

Can never rise again.