Juliet will never rise br In her passion's paradise; br Dust is in her ears and eyes. br And time too, as all men know, br Has put by, with beauty's woe, br What remains of Romeo. br In that grave within the green br Since the dawn of death was seen br Nothing has been changed, I ween; br Nor shall their praise be unsown, br Like a bud each year new-blown br While Verona's name is known; br And the hearts of men shall come br To where Love has made his home br In their beauty's martyrdom.