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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. He Mourns the Loss of His Mistress
By William Drummond, of Hawthornden (1585–1649)
SWEET 1 soul, which in the April of thy years
So to enrich the heaven mad’st poor this round, 2
And now, with golden rays of glory crowned,
Most blest abid’st above the sphere of spheres;
If heavenly laws, alas! have not thee bound        5
From looking to this globe that all up-bears,
If ruth and pity there above be found,
O deign to lend a look unto these tears.
Do not disdain, dear ghost, this sacrifice;
And though I raise not pillars to thy praise,        10
My offerings take. Let this for me suffice:
My heart, a living pyramid, I raise;
  And whilst kings’ tombs with laurels flourish green,
  Thine shall with myrtles and these flowers be seen.
Note 1. Taken from him on their wedding-day. [back]
Note 2. orb,—the globe. [back]

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