When I am gone do not, my love, lament
For I shall find a gentler resting place
Beneath the stars where I shall lie content
Sweet solitude forever to embrace
Then silent be the murmurs of my soul
No more to rant and rave at life's unease
Nor hear the sombre chime of bells that toll
As I am laid to rest ‘neath ancient trees
Yet I shall not in mildness so depart
Nor on the wings of peace address the close
A tempest thus shall seize this beating heart
Before the sun sets long on my repose
….. With life's completed scroll forever furled
….. I'll wave contempt and scorn upon the world
Though the sonnet is to be appreciated for its powerful theme that has an appeal to your beloved, I am bound to tell you the beloved of yours have a reason to lament as they simply love you wherever your resting place is going to be ultimately.
What a great, passionate plea; all wrapped in such beauty. Superb poetry.
A beautiful poem of passion and care for the media and its heritage. And a desire to go down kicking and screaming as the last words are testament in the last line. A delight. Thank you.
. With life's completed scroll forever furled ….. I'll wave contempt and scorn upon the world Wow! I simply love these lines, Valerie! !
Ah wow its great to b bac frm my travels n to b readin such enchanting poems too. U make a fine sonneteer dear. I esp admire d line about ancient trees, very poetic i must say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful sonnet, Valerie! I have no words to express my admiration for your great write! Simply great!