So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both, away; Turn thou, ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let our selves benight our happiest day. We asked none leave to love, nor will we owe Any so cheap a death as saying, Go. Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee, Ease me with death by bidding me got too. Oh, if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do. Except it be too late to kill me so, Being double dead: going, and bidding go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE |