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Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes


Resurrection Song


Thread the nerves through the right holes;
Get out of my bones, you wormy souls.
Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full;
Muscles be steady and ready to pull.
Heart and artery merrily shake,
And eyelid go up, for we're going to wake. -
His eye must be brighter -one more rub!
And pull up the nostrils! his nose was a snub.



Thomas Lovell Beddoes


Thomas Lovell Beddoes's other poems:
  1. Song from the Second Brother
  2. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the Prometheus Unbound
  3. Song on the Water
  4. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
  5. The Rosy Hour


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