One night i' th' yeare my dearest Beauties, come And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my Tomb. When thence ye see my reverend Ghost to rise, And there to lick th' effused sacrifice: Though palenes be the Livery that I weare, Looke ye not wan, or colourlesse for feare. Trust me I will not hurt ye; or once shew The least grim looke, or cast a frown on you: Nor shall the Tapers when I'm there, burn blew. This I may do (perhaps) as I glide by, Cast on my Girles a glance, and loving eye: Or fold mine armes, and sigh, because I've lost The world so soon, and in it, you the most. Then these, no feares more on your Fancies fall, Though then I smile, and speake no words at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |