When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye As often as from thee I goe, Though it be but an houre agoe, And Lovers houres be full eternity, I can remember yet, that I Something did say, and something did bestow; Though I be dead, which sent mee, I should be Mine owne executor and Legacie. I heard mee say, Tell her anon, That my selfe, (that is you, not I,) Did kill me, and when I felt mee dye, I bid mee send my heart, when I was gone, But I alas could there finde none, When I had ripp'd me,'and search'd where hearts did lye; It kill'd mee againe, that I who still was true, In life, in my last Will should cozen you. Yet I found something like a heart, But colours it, and corners had, It was not good, it was not bad, It was intire to none, and few had part. As good as could be made by art It seem'd; and therefore for our losses sad, I meant to send this heart in stead of mine, But oh, no man could hold it, for twas thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |