| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVII. Vain Longing
Upon Castara’s Departure | | By William Habington (1605–1654) |
| | | VOWS are vain. No suppliant breath | |
| Stays the speed of swift-heel’d death. | |
| Life with her is gone, and I | |
| Learn but a new way to die. | |
| See the flowers condole, and all | 5 |
| Wither in my funeral. | |
| The bright lily, as if day | |
| Parted with her, fades away. | |
| Violets hang their heads, and lose | |
| All their beauty. That the rose | 10 |
| A sad part in sorrow bears, | |
| Witness all those dewy tears, | |
| Which as pearl, or diamond like, | |
| Swell upon her blushing cheek. | |
| All things mourn; but oh, behold | 15 |
| How the withered marigold | |
| Closeth up now she is gone, | |
| Judging her the setting sun. | | | | |
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