POOR Mortals that are clog'd with Earth below Sink under Love and Care, While we that dwell in Air Such heavy Passions never know. Why then shou'd Mortals be Unwilling to be free From Blood, that sullen Cloud Which shining Souls does shroud? Then they'l shew bright, And like us light, When leaving Bodies with their Care They slide to us and Air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND |