English poem
Weep Not, Belovèd Friends! Nor Let The Air
Published 1837
Weep not, belovèd Friends! nor let the air For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life Have I been taken; this is genuine life And this alone--the life which now I live In peace eternal; where desire and joy Together move in fellowship without end.-- Francesco Ceni willed that, after death, His tombstone thus should speak for him. And surely Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours Long to continue in this world; a world That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope To good, whereof itself is destitute.
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1849.
Francesco Ceni after death enjoined That thus his tomb should speak for him ... 1837.
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