Poems (Loveman)/Dirge
For works with similar titles, see Dirge.
DIRGE.
Close thine eyes, the night is come, Leave the world's desire,Kiss thy love ere thou lie dumb, Let none thy smart inquire,Fame and fortune are but lies,Dross, beside thy mistress's eyes.
Reap thy sowing, thou hast need Of its decaying measure,Time will pluck it at his heed, Grant it at his leisure.All thy glories are but one,Night and deep oblivion.
Wrap thy sheet about thy head, Think thee pleasant dreams,All is done that hath been said, Life is what it seems.Tho' thy sorrow held the sea,Lasting sleep awaiteth thee.