Ternissa! you are fled!
I say not to the dead,
But to the happy ones who rest below:
For, surely, surely, where
Your voice and graces are,
Nothing of death can any feel or know.
Girls who delight to dwell
Where grows most asphodel,
Gather to their calm breasts each word you speak:
The mild Persephone
Places you on her knee,
And your cool palm smooths down stern Pluto's cheek.
Ternissa! You Are Fled!
Walter Savage Landor
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Poem topics: death, feel, happy, voice, delight, speak, cool, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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