A Vision Upon The Fairy Queen
Methought I Saw The Grave Where Laura Lay,
Within That Temple Where The Vestal Flame
Was Wont To Burn; And, Passing By That Way,
To See That Buried Dust Of Living Fame,
Whose Tomb Fair Love, And Fairer Virtue Kept:
All Suddenly I Saw The Fairy Queen;
At Whose Approach The Soul Of Petrarch Wept,
And, From Thenceforth, Those Graces Were Not Seen:
For They This Queen Attended; In Whose Stead
Oblivion Laid Him Down On Laura’s Hearse:
Hereat The Hardest Stones Were Seen To Bleed,
And Groans Of Buried Ghosts The Heavens Did Pierce:
Where Homer’s Spright Did Tremble All For Grief,
And Cursed The Access Of That Celestial Thief