Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK, by ROBERT HERRICK


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TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Life of my life, take not so soone thy flight
Last Line: Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.
Subject(s): Brothers; Death; Grief; Mourning; Half-brothers; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness; Bereavement


Life of my life, take not so soone thy flight,
But stay the time till we have bade Good night.
Thou hast both Wind and Tide with thee; Thy way
As soone dispatcht is by the Night, as Day.
Let us not then so rudely henceforth goe
Till we have wept, kist, sigh't, shook hands, or so.
There's paine in parting; and a kind of hell,
When once true-lovers take their last Fare-well.
What? shall we two our endlesse leaves take here
Without a sad looke, or a solemne teare?
He knowes not Love, that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
Pay we our Vowes, and goe; yet when we part,
Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart
Into thy loving hands: For Ile keep none
To warme my Breast, when thou my Pulse art gone.
No, here Ile last, and walk (a harmless shade)
About this Urne, wherein thy Dust is laid,
To guard it so, as nothing here shall be
Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.





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