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Original Poem: Get Thee To Mantua
Get thee to Mantua,
Get thee to thy love.
The time grows short
For lover’s hearts,
They beat a frail tattoo,
And in the blue of morning
Waits Death with horse for two.
Verona’s life is over
To Mantua you must fly.
Else out of love, you shall carve
In self-strange mockery
A tomb for two where once there stood
The promise of eternity.
Get thee to Mantua,
With all unseemly haste.
True love’s vow must never
Be made by madman’s hands to waste.
Lie not in the pale of evening,
And cry how love has turned.
It turneth not, fair Juliet,
The world waits on you,
Till with sparrow’s wings
And faith unchanged
You step onto the road.
There never was another day,
Hour, minute, second past
When love’s unrequited pain did grow
In two souls so aptly matched.
Tarry not by window waiting
For love’s once promis’d return.
He waits as well, the addled fool
—the shade is drawn, the day is dark,
He hums a mourner’s tune,
And counts which stars for you he’ll name
Once Heaven is his view.
So linger not in sorrow,
Get thee to Mantua.
This pain is yours to end, Juliet,
This love is yours to save.
Your fate’s not sealed by poet’s hands
But in your own is laid.
Get thee to Mantua, fair Juliet
And save your Romeo.
Else damned to be in world to come,
And never true love know.
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