| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XII. Love and Death
‘Hélas! que ton mari’ | | By de Porchères |
| | Translated by Thomas S. Collyer
HERE lies the worthy husband of a Wife | |
| Whose Virtues worthy of that Husband shone: | |
| Love’s charming Combat was their only strife; | |
| While in two bodies their two Souls were one. | |
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| An equal ardour either breast reveal’d: | 5 |
| Its favours Heaven bestow’d with equal hand; | |
| Both felt Love’s wound, in neither bosom heal’d; | |
| United both in one celestial Band. | |
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| But He now sleeps: and She still wakes to mourn | |
| Her solitary Couch, his lonely Urn; | 10 |
| Nor has She join’d to his her parting breath. | |
| No, no,—a fond exchange each Consort bears: | |
| Half of his life within her Heart he shares; | |
| She in his Tomb partakes of half his Death. | | | | |
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