Read this and weep for The Ladies
Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine.
The air is filled with thy perfume.
Thou clingest to my lover’s tomb
and make a hallowed spot divine.
I would that I could hold her close.
As I was wont in days of yore
Alack alas I can no more
as thou dost still sweet brier rose.
Still faithful to her memory
I privately express my grief.
Although I find but small relief
I kneel and pray here frequently.
She was too perfect for this world.
The angels claimed her as their own
and I was left to grieve alone
Into despair I was thus hurled.
Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine
Thou guardest well her final sleep
and watered by the tears I weep
Her bones will with thy roots combine.
When my time comes I too will die
join my beloved in this tomb
Provide thee nourishment to bloom
Thou knowest well I do not lie.
Bloom on bloom on sweet Eglantine
Let thy perfume still fill the air.
I will not find it hard to bear
When she and I and thou combine.
10/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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