Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti

Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803–1849)

Dirge for Wolfram (from Death’s Jest Book, Act ii)

IF thou wilt ease thine heart

Of love and all its smart,

Then sleep, dear, sleep;

And not a sorrow

Hang any tear on your eyelashes;

Lie still and deep,

Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes

The rim o’ the sun to-morrow,

In eastern sky.

But wilt thou cure thine heart

Of love and all its smart,

Then die, dear, die;

’Tis deeper, sweeter,

Than on a rose-bank to lie dreaming

With folded eye;

And there alone, amid the beaming

Of Love’s stars, thou ’lt meet her

In eastern sky.