Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SONG, by THOMAS CAREW


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First Line: In her fair cheeks two pits do lie
Last Line: For if thou let me live, I die.
Subject(s): Admiration


IN her fair cheeks two pits do lie,
To bury those slain by her eye;
So, spite of death, this comforts me,
That fairly buried I shall be,
My grave with rose and lily spread;
O 'tis a life to be so dead!
Come then, and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.

When I behold those lips again,
Reviving what those eyes have slain,
With kisses sweet, whose balsam pure
Love's wounds, as soon as made, can cure,
Methinks 'tis sickness to be sound,
And there's no health to such a wound.
Come then, and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.

When in her chaste breast I behold
Those downy mounts of snow ne'er cold;
And those blest hearts her beauty kills
Reviv'd by climbing those fair hills,
Methinks there 's life in such a death,
And so t' expire inspires new breath.
Come then, and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.

Nymph, since no death is deadly, where
Such choice of antidotes are near,
And your keen eyes but kill in vain
Those that are sound, as soon as slain;
That I no longer dead survive,
Your way 's to bury me alive
In Cupid's cave, where happy I
May dying live, and living die.
Come then, and kill me with thy eye,
For if thou let me live, I die.





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