So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both, away; Turn thou, ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let our selves benight our happiest day. We asked none leave to love, nor will we owe Any so cheap a death as saying, Go. Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee, Ease me with death by bidding me got too. Oh, if it have, let my word work on me, And a just office on a murderer do. Except it be too late to kill me so, Being double dead: going, and bidding go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES L'ENVOI: THE RETURN OF THE SIRE DE NESLE, A.D. 16 - by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ADMIRABLE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO THE QUEENES MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTIE by ELIZABETH (TANFIELD) CARY |