Here you will find the Poem At Juliet's Tomb. of poet Robert Crawford
This fair woman who is dead (Sung so sweet of long ago) Lies not in a mortal bed ? Song has made her couch to grow With all sweet things, as they stir Like unfading growths that cling In an everlasting spring Round her Poet's dream of her. Time is dead ? she has not died! All the light of beauty stays, As if the sweet lips replied To whate'er her lover says O'er the tomb to her, as he Fingers her undying hair: Such is death when Love is there, Love that lives in poesy.
