SURE, there's a tie of bodies! and as they Dissolve, with it, to clay, Love languisheth, and memory doth rust O'ercast with that cold dust; For things thus centred, without beams or action. Nor give nor take contaction; And man is such a marigold, these fled, That shuts, and hangs the head. 2. Absents within the line conspire, and sense Things distant doth unite; Herbs sleep unto the East, and some fowls thence Watch the returns of light. But hearts are not so kind: false, short delights Tell us the world is brave, And wrap us in imaginary flights Wide of a faithful grave. Thus Lazarus was carried out of town; For 'tis our foes' chief art By distance all good objects first to drown. And then besiege the heart. But I will be my own death's-head ; and though The flatt'rer say, "I live," Because incertainties we cannot know, Be sure not to believe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN SEA-SONG by WILLIAM DRUMMOND BAKER THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD WATER SPORT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HOOKER'S ACROSS by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER |