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A VISION UPON THE FAIRY QUEEN

Me thought I saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple where the vestal flame
Was wont to burn; and, passing by that way,
To see that buried dust of living fame,
Whose tomb fair Love, and
fairer Virtue kept:
All suddenly I saw the fairy Queen;
At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept,
And, from thenceforth, those Graces were not seen:
For they this Queen attended; in whose stead
Oblivion laid him down on Laura’s hearse:
Here at the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce:
Where Homer’s spright did tremble all for grief,
And cursed the access of that celestial thief!


By Sir Walter Raleigh