When thou must home to shades of underground, <br /> And there arriv'd, a new admired guest, <br /> The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, <br /> White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, <br /> To hear the stories of thy finish'd love <br /> From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move; <br /> <br /> <br /> Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, <br /> Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, <br /> Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, <br /> And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake: <br /> When thou hast told these honours done to thee, <br /> Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me.<br /><br />Thomas Campion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-thou-must-home-to-shades-of-underground/
