Thou bidst me come away, And I'le no longer stay, Then for to shed some teares For faults of former yeares; And to repent some crimes, Done in the present times: And next, to take a bit Of Bread, and Wine with it: To d'on my robes of love, Fit for the place above; To gird my loynes about With charity throughout, And so to travaile hence With feet of innocence: These done, I'le onely crie God mercy; and so die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |