Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Upon Castaras DepartureWilliam Habington (16051654)
V
Stays the speed of swift-heel’d death.
Life with her is gone, and I
Learn but a new way to die.
See the flowers condole, and all
Wither in my funeral.
The bright lily, as if day
Parted with her, fades away.
Violets hang their heads, and lose
All their beauty. That the rose
A sad part in sorrow bears,
Witness all those dewy tears,
Which as pearl, or diamond like,
Swell upon her blushing cheek.
All things mourn; but oh, behold
How the withered marigold
Closeth up now she is gone,
Judging her the setting sun.