Оригинал:
RICHARD CRASHAW
An epitaph upon a young married couple, dead and buried together.
To these, whom dead again will wed,
This grave’s their second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of fate could force
‘Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sunder man and wife
‘Cause they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader. Do not weep.
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot love could tie.
And though they lie as they were dead,
Their pillow stone, their sheets of lead,
(Pillow hard, and sheets not warm)
Love made th’ eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn
And they wake into a light,
Whose day shall never die in night.
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