William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

Here you will find the Poem Her Passing of poet William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

Her Passing

THE beauty and the life 
 Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon 
--O tears! O grief!--hung at a feeble thread 
To which pale Atropos had set her knife; 
 The soul with many a groan 
 Had left each outward part, 
And now did take his last leave of the heart: 
Naught else did want, save death, ev'n to be dead; 
When the afflicted band about her bed, 
Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes, 
Cried, 'Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?'