Here you will find the Poem In Verona. of poet Robert Crawford
Juliet will never rise In her passion's paradise; Dust is in her ears and eyes. And time too, as all men know, Has put by, with beauty's woe, What remains of Romeo. In that grave within the green Since the dawn of death was seen Nothing has been changed, I ween; Nor shall their praise be unsown, Like a bud each year new-blown While Verona's name is known; And the hearts of men shall come To where Love has made his home In their beauty's martyrdom. Ah! the two that are so one Since the dream of life was done: ? Would another life begun With its dream for them too be Mid the world's humanity Like this in Love's history?
