Love
On his Lady, beholding her selfe in a Marble
Love
WOrld wonder not, that I
Keep in my brest engraven
That Angels face hath me of Rest bereaven.
See Dead and Senselesse things cannot deny
To lodge so deare a Guest:
Ev'n this hard Marble Stone
Receives the same, and loves, but cannot groane.
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MLA
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “On his Lady, beholding her selfe in a Marble.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/95/.
Chicago
Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “On his Lady, beholding her selfe in a Marble.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/95/.
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