Tixall Poetry/Unperishable Love
LIII.
Unperishable Love.
Whilst sighing at your feet I lye,Pale and expiring gasp for breath,Can you relentlesse see me dye,And glory in your martyr's death?Ah would the torments I sustaineRaise but compassion in your breast,One pitying look would ease my paine,And give my soule eternall rest.
Tho you command mee not to live,Which I with pleasure must obey,My love will after death survive,Which Fate or Time can n'ere decay.And since all hopes of you are lost,And joy with life must disappear,When I'm converted to a ghostI'le bee your guardian angell here.