Saturday, July 15, 2023

"Sister Death"

My sister Death! I pray thee come to me
   Of thy sweet charity,
And be my nurse but for a little while;
   I will indeed lie still,
And not detain thee long, when once is spread,
   Beneath the yew, my bed:
I will not ask for lilies or for roses;
   But when the evening closes,
Just take from any brook a single knot
   Of pale Forget-me-not,
And lay them in my hand, until I wake,
   For his dear sake;
(For should he ever pass and by me stand,
   He yet might understand—)
Then heal the passion and the fever
   With one cool kiss, for ever.

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