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autumn tree lined forest roadSay not in grief that she is no more but say in thankfulness that she was.
A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.

 

Sonnet - Come Sorrow - John Fletcher

Come, sorrow, come! bring all thy cries,
All thy laments, and all thy weeping eyes!
Burn out, you living monuments of woe!
Sad sullen griefs, now rise and overflow!
Virtue is dead;
Oh, cruel fate!
All youth is fled;
All our laments too late.

Oh, noble youth, to thy ne'er dying name,
Oh, happy youth, to thy still growing fame,
To thy long peace on earth, this sacred knell
Our last loves ring - farewell, farewell, farewell!
Go happy soul, to thy eternal birth!
And press his body lightly, gentle earth!


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