SINCE Fate commands me hence, and I Must leave my soul with thee, and die, Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall A tear to crown my funeral, That I may tell my grieved heart, Thou art unwilling we should part, And Martyrs, that embrace the fire, Shall with less joy than I expire. With this last kiss I will bequeath My soul transfus'd into thy breath, Whose active heat shall gently slide Into thy breast, and there reside, And be in spite of Fate, thus bless'd By this sad death, of Heaven possess'd. Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see Love hath more power than Destiny. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON LOUSE HUNTING by ISAAC ROSENBERG UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |