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Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground	A
That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound	A
And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare	B
Virgins opprest draw gently gently neare	B
Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome	C
Where each pale guest stands fixt a living tombe	C
With trembling hands helpe to remove this earth	D
To its last death and first victorious birth	D
Let gums and incense fume who are at strife	E
To enter th' hearse and breath in it new life	E
Mingle your steppes with flowers as you goe	F
Which as they haste to fade will speake your woe	F
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And when y' have plac't your tapers on her urn	G
How poor a tribute 'tis to weep and mourn	H
That flood the channell of your eye lids fils	I
When you lose trifles or what's lesse your wills	I
If you'l be worthy of these obsequies	I
Be blind unto the world and drop your eyes	I
Waste and consume burn downward as this fire	B
That's fed no more so willingly expire	B
Passe through the cold and obscure narrow way	J
Then light your torches at the spring of day	J
There with her triumph in your victory	B
Such joy alone and such solemnity	B
Becomes this funerall of virginity	B
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Or if you faint to be so blest oh heare	B
If not to dye dare but to live like her	B
Dare to live virgins till the honour'd age	K
Of thrice fifteen cals matrons on the stage	K
Whilst not a blemish or least staine is scene	L
On your white roabe 'twixt fifty and fifteene	L
But as it in your swathing bands was given	L
Bring't in your winding sheet unsoyl'd to Heav'n	L
Daere to do purely without compact good	M
Or herald by no one understood	M
But him who now in thanks bows either knee	L
For th' early benefit and secresie	I
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Dare to affect a serious holy sorrow	B
To which delights of pallaces are narrow	B
And lasting as their smiles dig you a roome	C
Where practise the probation of your tombe	C
With ever bended knees and piercing pray'r	B
Smooth the rough passe through craggy earth to ay'r	B
Flame there as lights that shipwrackt mariners	I
May put in safely and secure their feares	I
Who adding to your joyes now owe you theirs	I
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Virgins if thus you dare but courage take	N
To follow her in life else through this lake	N
Of Nature wade and breake her earthly bars	I
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars	I
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline	L
Where round you love and joy for ever shine	L
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But you are dumbe as what you do lament	O
More senseles then her very monument	P
Which at your weaknes weeps Spare that vaine teare	B
Enough to burst the rev'rend sepulcher	B
Rise and walk home there groaning prostrate fall	Q
And celebrate your owne sad funerall	Q
For howsoe're you move may heare or see	I
YOU ARE MORE DEAD AND BURIED THEN SHEE	R

Richard Lovelace

An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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