Twain that were foes, while Mary lived, are fled; <br />One laurel-crowned abides in heaven, and one <br />Beneath the earth has fared, a fallen sun, <br />A light of love among the loveless dead. <br />The first is Chastity, that vanquished <br />The archer Love, that held joint empery <br />With the sweet beauty that made war on me, <br />When laughter of lips with laughing eyes was wed. <br /> <br />Their strife the Fates have closed, with stern control, <br />The earth holds her fair body, and her soul <br />An angel with glad angels triumpheth; <br />Love has no more that he can do; desire <br />Is buried, and my heart a faded fire, <br />And for Death’s sake, I am in love with Death.<br /><br />Pierre de Ronsard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-ladys-death/
