O Mors! Quam Amara Est Memoria Tua Homini Pacem Habenti In Substantiis Suis

Ernest Dowson

Exceeding sorrow
   Consumeth my sad heart!
Because to-morrow
   We must depart,
Now is exceeding sorrow
   All my part!

Give over playing,
   Cast thy viol away:
Merely laying
   Thine head my way:
Prithee, give over playing,
   Grave or gay.

Be no word spoken;
   Weep nothing: let a pale
Silence, unbroken
   Silence prevail!
Prithee, be no word spoken,
   Lest I fail!

Forget to-morrow!
   Weep nothing: only lay
In silent sorrow
   Thine head my way:
Let us forget to-morrow,
   This one day!

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