LOADEN with earth, as earth by such as I, In hope of life, in Death's cold arm I lie; Laid up there, whence I came, as ships near spilt Are in the dock undone to be new built. Short was my course, and had it longer bin, I had return'd but burthen'd more with sin. Tread on me he that list; but learn withal, As we make but one cross, so thou must fall, To be made one to some dear friend of thine, That shall survey thy grave, as thou dost mine. Tears ask I none, for those in death are vain, The true repentant showers which I did rain From my sad soul, in time to come will bring To this dead root an everlasting spring. Till then my soul with her Creator keeps, To waken in fit time what herein sleeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLANNAN ISLE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR |