When that day comes, whose evening sayes I'm gone Unto that watrie Desolation: Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray, That my wing'd ship may meet no Remora. Those Deities which circum-walk the Seas, And look upon our dreadfull passages, Will from all dangers, re-deliver me, For one drink-offering, poured out by thee. Mercie and Truth live with thee! and forbeare (In my short absence) to unsluce a teare: But yet for Loves-sake, let thy lips doe this, Give my dead picture one engendring kisse: Work that to life, and let me ever dwell In thy remembrance (Julia.) So farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN ALL IS DONE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LYDIA (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER HALVING IT WITH WITHER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |