Acrostic, To A Lady Who Desired Me To Write Her Epitaph

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Title:     Acrostic, To A Lady Who Desired Me To Write Her Epitaph
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

(1830)

Grace Joanna here doth lie:
Reader, wonder not that I
Ante-date her hour of rest.
Can I thwart her wish exprest,
Ev'n unseemly though the laugh

Jesting with an Epitaph?
On her bones the turf lie lightly,
And her rise again be brightly!
No dark stain be found upon her--
No, there will not, on mine honour--
Answer that at least I can.

Would that I, thrice happy man,
In as spotless garb might rise,
Light as she will climb the skies,
Leaving the dull earth behind,
In a car more swift than wind.
All her errors, all her failings,
(Many they were not) and ailings,
Sleep secure from Envy's railings.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: Acrostic, To A Lady Who Desired Me To Write Her Epitaph

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