That for seven Lusters I did never come To doe the Rites to thy Religious Tombe: That neither haire was cut, or true teares shed By me, o'r thee, (as justments to the dead) Forgive, forgive me; since I did not know Whether thy bones had here their Rest, or no. But now 'tis known, Behold; behold, I bring Unto thy Ghost, th' Effused Offering: And look, what Smallage, Night-shade, Cypresse, Yew, Unto the shades have been, or now are due, Here I devote; And something more then so; I come to pay a Debt of Birth I owe. Thou gav'st me life, (but Mortall;) For that one Favour, Ile make full satisfaction; For my life mortall, Rise from out thy Herse, And take a life immortall from my Verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE KISS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE |