I SAD thoughts make haste and kill me out, I live too long in pain; 'Tis dying to be still in doubt, And Death, that ends all miseries, The chief and only favour is The wretched can obtain. II I have liv'd long enough to know That life is a disease, At least it does torment me so, That Death, at whom the happy start, I court to come, and with his dart, To give me a release. III Come, friendly Death, then strike me dead, For all this while I die, And but long dying nothing dread; Yet being with grief the one half slain, With all thy power thou wilt gain But half a victory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMMELINE GRANGERFORD'S 'ODE TO STEPHEN DOLWING BOTS, DEC'D' by SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THOMAS HOOD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |