POOR Mortals that are clog'd with Earth below Sink under Love and Care, While we that dwell in Air Such heavy Passions never know. Why then shou'd Mortals be Unwilling to be free From Blood, that sullen Cloud Which shining Souls does shroud? Then they'l shew bright, And like us light, When leaving Bodies with their Care They slide to us and Air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) |