Life of my life, take not so soone thy flight, But stay the time till we have bade Good night. Thou hast both Wind and Tide with thee; Thy way As soone dispatcht is by the Night, as Day. Let us not then so rudely henceforth goe Till we have wept, kist, sigh't, shook hands, or so. There's paine in parting; and a kind of hell, When once true-lovers take their last Fare-well. What? shall we two our endlesse leaves take here Without a sad looke, or a solemne teare? He knowes not Love, that hath not this truth proved, Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved. Pay we our Vowes, and goe; yet when we part, Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart Into thy loving hands: For Ile keep none To warme my Breast, when thou my Pulse art gone. No, here Ile last, and walk (a harmless shade) About this Urne, wherein thy Dust is laid, To guard it so, as nothing here shall be Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON |