LOADEN with earth, as earth by such as I, In hope of life, in Death's cold arm I lie; Laid up there, whence I came, as ships near spilt Are in the dock undone to be new built. Short was my course, and had it longer bin, I had return'd but burthen'd more with sin. Tread on me he that list; but learn withal, As we make but one cross, so thou must fall, To be made one to some dear friend of thine, That shall survey thy grave, as thou dost mine. Tears ask I none, for those in death are vain, The true repentant showers which I did rain From my sad soul, in time to come will bring To this dead root an everlasting spring. Till then my soul with her Creator keeps, To waken in fit time what herein sleeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMITATRIX ALES by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS THE END OF THE WORLD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON VIA LUCIS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN A DREAM by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS SONGS IN ABSENCE: 10 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |