UNHAPPY I came from my Mother's womb, As she, Oh blessed She! who gave me breath, Having receiv'd the fatal stroke of Death, By weeping friends was carried to her Tomb. The sorrow I exprest, and grievous cries, Love's tribute were, for her to Heav'n was gone, My coffin, and my cradle, both were one, And at her sunset, mine began to rise. Wretch, how I quake to think on that sad day! Which both for Life and Death at once made way; Being gave the son, and mother turn'd to earth. Alas, I die! Not that Life hastes so fast, But that to me each minute seems the last, For I, in Death's cold arms, receiv'd my Birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SHEPHERD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMMON LOT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |