Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a wish to be left in peace after death, rejecting pity and sorrow from a former lover.
In this poignant excerpt by Alfred Lord Tennyson, the speaker conveys a deep sense of resignation and disillusionment regarding a past relationship. Rather than seeking closure or reconciliation, the speaker implores their former lover to refrain from mourning at their grave, instead wishing for solitude and rest. The emphasis on the futility of tears and the desire to disconnect from the emotions and memories tied to love highlights a significant shift from attachment to a desire for peace, ultimately exemplifying the struggles of moving on from a painful bond.
In practice
This quote could be used in a eulogy to express a desire for peace rather than sorrow.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
If you want to see what judgment looks like, go to the cross. If you want to see what love looks like, go to the cross.
Love and work are the only two real things in our lives. They belong together, otherwise it is off. Work is in itself a form of love.
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
Know that My Heart is mercy itself. From this sea of mercy graces flow out upon the world....I desire that your heart be an abiding place of My mercy. I desire that this mercy flow out upon the whole world through your heart.
Is it not a sad thing that after all Christ's love to us, we should repay it with lukewarm love to Him?
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
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