Cupids Funeral
By his side, whose days are past, Lay bow and quiver! And his eyes that stare aghast Close, with a shiver. God nor man from Death, at last, Love may deliver. Though, of old, we vowed, my dear, Death should not take him; Mourn not thou that we must here Coldly forsake him; Shed above his grave no tear, Tears will not wake him. Cupid lieth cold and dead, Ended his flying, Pale his lips, once rosy-red, Swift was his dying. Place a stone above his head, Turn away, sighing.
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"By his side, whose days are past,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Victor James Daley delivers a powerful performance in "Cupids Funeral"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...