Stephen Phillips
My dead love came to me, and said, 'God gives me one hour's rest, To spend with thee on earth again:
Me in far lands did Justice call, cold queen Among the dead, who after heat and haste At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,
No Muse will I invoke; for she is fled! Lo! where she sits, breathing, yet all but dead. She loved the heavens of old, she thought them fair;
I cannot look upon thy grave, Though there the rose is sweet: Better to hear the long wave wash