O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And lips, O you,
the doors of breath,
...seal with a righteous kiss.
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Thus with a kiss I die.
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
And lips, O you,
the doors of breath,
...seal with a righteous kiss.
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Thus with a kiss I die.