Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour? (5.3)

O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death. (5.3)

Thy lips are warm! (5.3)

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head (5.3)