Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprang from shame and pride, Blown in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes rose to work and weep. Thou, mother of my mortal part, With cruelty didst mould my heart, And with false self-deceiving tears Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears, Didst close my tongue in senseless clay, And me to mortal life betray. The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER ON A GIFT OF FLOWERS by GUILLAUME VICTOR EMILE AUGIER VERSES FROM THE 'ANNALIA DUBRENSIA' by WILLIAM BASSE DEPARTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN POOR LIL' BRACK SHEEP by ETHEL M. C. BRAZELTON |