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Accept thou shrine of my dead saint	A
Instead of dirges this complaint	A
And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse	B
From thy griev'd friend whom thou might'st see	C
Quite melted into tears for thee	C
Dear loss since thy untimely fate	D
My task hath been to meditate	D
On thee on thee thou art the book	E
The library whereon I look	E
Though almost blind For thee lov'd clay	F
I languish out not live the day	F
Using no other exercise	G
But what I practise with mine eyes	G
By which wet glasses I find out	H
How lazily time creeps about	H
To one that mourns this only this	I
My exercise and bus'ness is	J
So I compute the weary hours	K
With sighs dissolved into showers	K
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Nor wonder if my time go thus	L
Backward and most preposterous	L
Thou hast benighted me thy set	M
This eve of blackness did beget	M
Who wast my day though overcast	N
Before thou hadst thy noon tide past	N
And I remember must in tears	O
Thou scarce hadst seen so many years	P
As day tells hours By thy clear sun	Q
My love and fortune first did run	Q
But thou wilt never more appear	R
Folded within my hemisphere	R
Since both thy light and mot i on	S
Like a fled star is fall'n and gone	T
And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish	U
An earth now interposed is	J
Which such a strange eclipse doth make	V
As ne'er was read in almanac	W
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I could allow thee for a time	X
To darken me and my sad clime	X
Were it a month a year or ten	Y
I would thy exile live till then	Y
And all that space my mirth adjourn	Z
So thou wouldst promise to return	Z
And putting off thy ashy shroud	A2
At length disperse this sorrow's cloud	A2
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But woe is me the longest date	D
Too narrow is to calculate	D
These empty hopes never shall I	B2
Be so much blest as to descry	R
A glimpse of thee till that day come	X
Which shall the earth to cinders doom	X
And a fierce fever must calcine	Z
The body of this world like thine	Z
My little world That fit of fire	R
Once off our bodies shall aspire	R
To our souls' bliss then we shall rise	G
And view ourselves with clearer eyes	G
In that calm region where no night	C2
Can hide us from each other's sight	C2
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Meantime thou hast her earth much good	D2
May my harm do thee Since it stood	D2
With heaven's will I might not call	E2
Her longer mine I give thee all	E2
My short liv'd right and interest	F2
In her whom living I lov'd best	G2
With a most free and bounteous grief	H2
I give thee what I could not keep	I2
Be kind to her and prithee look	E
Thou write into thy doomsday book	E
Each parcel of this rarity	C
Which in thy casket shrin'd doth lie	B2
See that thou make thy reck'ning straight	D
And yield her back again by weight	D
For thou must audit on thy trust	F2
Each grain and atom of this dust	F2
As thou wilt answer Him that lent	J2
Not gave thee my dear monument	K2
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So close the ground and 'bout her shade	L2
Black curtains draw my bride is laid	L2
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Sleep on my love in thy cold bed	M2
Never to be disquieted	M2
My last good night Thou wilt not wake	V
Till I thy fate shall overtake	V
Till age or grief or sickness must	M2
Marry my body to that dust	M2
It so much loves and fill the room	X
My heart keeps empty in thy tomb	X
Stay for me there I will not fail	N2
To meet thee in that hollow vale	N2
And think not much of my delay	F
I am already on the way	F
And follow thee with all the speed	M2
Desire can make or sorrows breed	M2
Each minute is a short degree	C
And ev'ry hour a step towards thee	C
At night when I betake to rest	M2
Next morn I rise nearer my west	M2
Of life almost by eight hours' sail	N2
Than when sleep breath'd his drowsy gale	N2
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Thus from the sun my bottom steers	P
And my day's compass downward bears	O
Nor labour I to stem the tide	M2
Through which to thee I swiftly glide	M2
'Tis true with shame and grief I yield	M2
Thou like the van first took'st the field	M2
And gotten hath the victory	C
In thus adventuring to die	M2
Before me whose more years might crave	O2
A just precedence in the grave	O2
But hark my pulse like a soft drum	X
Beats my approach tells thee I come	X
And slow howe'er my marches be	C
I shall at last sit down by thee	C
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The thought of this bids me go on	Z
And wait my dissolut i on	Z
With hope and comfort Dear forgive	P2
The crime I am content to live	Q2
Divided with but half a heart	M2
Till we shall meet and never part	M2

Henry King

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