Promise This When You be Dying
Promise This When You be Dying
Some shall summon Me
Mine belong Your latest Sighing
Mine to Belt Your Eye
Not with Coins though they be Minted
From an Emperor’s Hand
Be my lips the only Buckle
Your low Eyes demand
Mine to stay when all have wandered
To devise once more
If the Life be too surrendered
Life of Mine restore
Poured like this My Whole Libation
Just that You should see
Bliss of Death Life’s Bliss extol thro’
Imitating You
Mine to guard Your Narrow Precinct
To seduce the Sun
Longest on Your South, to linger,
Largest Dews of Morn
To demand, in Your low favor
Lest the Jealous Grass
Greener lean Or fonder cluster
Round some other face
Mine to supplicate Madonna
If Madonna be
Could behold so far a Creature
Christ omitted Me
Just to follow Your dear future
Ne’er so far behind
For My Heaven
Had I not been
Most enough denied?





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