When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye As often as from thee I goe, Though it be but an houre agoe, And Lovers houres be full eternity, I can remember yet, that I Something did say, and something did bestow; Though I be dead, which sent mee, I should be Mine owne executor and Legacie. I heard mee say, Tell her anon, That my selfe, (that is you, not I,) Did kill me, and when I felt mee dye, I bid mee send my heart, when I was gone, But I alas could there finde none, When I had ripp'd me,'and search'd where hearts did lye; It kill'd mee againe, that I who still was true, In life, in my last Will should cozen you. Yet I found something like a heart, But colours it, and corners had, It was not good, it was not bad, It was intire to none, and few had part. As good as could be made by art It seem'd; and therefore for our losses sad, I meant to send this heart in stead of mine, But oh, no man could hold it, for twas thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG |