1. ASK me not what my Love shall doe or be (Love which is Soule to Body, and Soule of mee) When I am separated from thee; Alas, I might as easily show, What after Death the Soule will doe, 'Twill last, I'me sure, and that is all we know. 2. The thing call'd soule will never stirre nor move, But all that while a livelesse Carcasse prove, For 'tis the Body of my Love; Not that my Love will fly away, But still continue, as they say, Sad troubled Ghosts about their Graves doe stray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |