Since of no Creature Living the Last Breath

Since of no creature living the last breath

Is twice required, or twice the ultimate pain, / Seeing how to quit your arms is very death, / 'Tis likely that I shall not die again; And likely 'tis that Time whose gross decree

Sends now the dawn to clamour at our door, / Thus having done his evil worst to me, / Will thrust me by, will harry me no more.

When you are corn and roses and at rest

I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost, / To haunt the scene where I was happiest, / To bend above the thing I loved the most;

And rise, and wring my hands, and steal away

As I do now, before the advancing day.