@3Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule@1 Shall (though she now be in extreme degree Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) bee Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard, or foule, And life, by this death abled, shall controule Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to mee Feare of first or last death, bring miserie, If in thy little booke my name thou enroule, Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified, But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas; Nor can by other meanes be glorified. May then sinnes sleep, and deaths soone from me passe, That wak't from both, I againe risen may @3Salute the last, and everlasting day.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |