Thou bidst me come away, And I'le no longer stay, Then for to shed some teares For faults of former yeares; And to repent some crimes, Done in the present times: And next, to take a bit Of Bread, and Wine with it: To d'on my robes of love, Fit for the place above; To gird my loynes about With charity throughout, And so to travaile hence With feet of innocence: These done, I'le onely crie God mercy; and so die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER |