Whether thou hast seen my love.
“This night in heaven I saw him lie,
Discontented with his bliss;
And on my lips he left this kiss,
For thee to taste and then to die.”
T. L. Beddoes (1803-1849).
Beddoes intended to destroy this poem, but it was published without his knowledge. This is one of the cases where artists have shown themselves incapable critics of their own work.
O Earth so full of dreary noises!
O men with wailing in your voices!