English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex
146. A Passion of my Lord of Essex
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In some unhaunted desert, where, obscure
From all society, from love and hate
Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure;
Then wake again, and ever give God praise,
Content with hip, with haws, and bramble-berry;
In contemplation passing all his days,
And change of holy thoughts to make him merry;
Who, when he dies, his tomb might be a bush,
Where harmless Robin dwells with gentle thrush.
—Happy were he!