THE SEPARATION.
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There is no danger, if the pain
Should me to a fever bring;
Compar'd with heats I now sustain,
A fever is so cool a thing
(Like drink which feverish men desire)
That I should hope 't would almost quench my fire.
Should me to a fever bring;
Compar'd with heats I now sustain,
A fever is so cool a thing
(Like drink which feverish men desire)
That I should hope 't would almost quench my fire.
THE SEPARATION.
Ask me not what my love shall do or be
(Love, which is soul to body, and soul of me!)
When I am separated from thee;
Alas! I might as easily show,
What after death the soul will do;
'T will last, I'm sure, and that is all we know.
(Love, which is soul to body, and soul of me!)
When I am separated from thee;
Alas! I might as easily show,
What after death the soul will do;
'T will last, I'm sure, and that is all we know.
The thing call'd soul will never stir nor move,
But all that while a lifeless carcase prove;
For ’tis the body of my love:
Not that my love will fly away,
But still continue; as, they say,
Sad troubled ghosts about their graves do stray.
But all that while a lifeless carcase prove;
For ’tis the body of my love:
Not that my love will fly away,
But still continue; as, they say,
Sad troubled ghosts about their graves do stray.
