Farewell! I go to sleep; but when @3Body@1. The day-star springs, I'll wake again. Go, sleep in peace; and when thou liest @3Soul@1. Unnumbered in thy dust, when all this frame Is but one dram, and what thou now descriest In sev'ral parts shall want a name, Then may his peace be with thee, and each dust Writ in his book, who ne'er betrayed man's trust! Amen! but hark, ere we two stray, @3Body@1. How many hours dost think till day? Ah! go; th'art weak and sleepy. Heav'n @3Soul@1. Is a plain watch, and without figures winds All ages up; who drew this circle even He fills it; days and hours are @3blinds@1. Yet, this take with thee; the last gasp of time Is thy first breath, and man's @3eternal prime@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHOIR INVISIBLE by MARY ANN EVANS FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE FRONT LINE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLOUDY JUNE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 4. MANHOOD by BERTON BRALEY EPITAPH ON MR. TURNER OF ST. MARY-HALL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |