| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIV. This Is Thy Hour
Madrigal | | By William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| Had left each outward part, | |
| And now did take his last leave of the heart: | |
| Nought 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, | 10 |
| Cried, ‘Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?’ | | | | |
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