Juliet will never rise <br />In her passion's paradise; <br />Dust is in her ears and eyes. <br />And time too, as all men know, <br />Has put by, with beauty's woe, <br />What remains of Romeo. <br />In that grave within the green <br />Since the dawn of death was seen <br />Nothing has been changed, I ween; <br />Nor shall their praise be unsown, <br />Like a bud each year new-blown <br />While Verona's name is known; <br />And the hearts of men shall come <br />To where Love has made his home <br />In their beauty's martyrdom. <br />Ah! the two that are so one <br />Since the dream of life was done: — <br />Would another life begun <br />With its dream for them too be <br />Mid the world's humanity <br />Like this in Love's history?<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-verona-2/
