Digby Mackworth Dolben (Дигби Макворт Долбен)

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.

1. Homo Factus Est
2. Brevi Tempore Magnum Perfecit Opus
3. A Song of Eighteen
4. Dinae Munusculum
5. Requests

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