But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee: The earth can have but earth, which is his due; My spirit is thine, the better part of me: So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, The prey of worms, my body being dead, The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, Too base of thee to be remembered. The worth of that is that which it contains, And that is this, and this with thee remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY THE MASTER SINGS by RHYS CARPENTER THE LAST GOOD-BYE by ELIZA COOK ON HEARING HELEN HAGAN PLAY by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. SONG: WHEN GREEN LEAVES COME AGAIN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |