THE beauty and the life <br /> Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon <br />--O tears! O grief!--hung at a feeble thread <br />To which pale Atropos had set her knife; <br /> The soul with many a groan <br /> Had left each outward part, <br />And now did take his last leave of the heart: <br />Naught else did want, save death, ev'n to be dead; <br />When the afflicted band about her bed, <br />Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes, <br />Cried, 'Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?'<br /><br />William Drummond (of Hawthornden)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-passing-2/
