To a Corpse
In death reposest thou, and I in death repose.
Thou slain by an arrow, I am poisoned by desire.
While thou art full of blood, my cheek has lost its rose.
Bright candles by thy side, in me a secret fire.
In a shroud of mourning liest thou among the woes,
My senses in a horrid darkness trapped expire.
Thy hands are bound, my freedom’s gone; eternal throes
Of death have chained my mind upon a funeral pyre.
Thou speakest not, I cannot cease to moan all day.