Poem : When Thou Must Home To Shades Of Underground

Poet : Thomas Campion

1     When thou must home to shades of underground,
2     And there arriv'd, a new admired guest,
3     The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round,
4     White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest,
5     To hear the stories of thy finish'd love
6     From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move;


7     Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,
8     Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make,
9     Of tourneys and great challenges of knights,
10   And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake:
11   When thou hast told these honours done to thee,
12   Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me.