Sweet Rose
~"O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."-
Oh, prithee wake and kiss thy husband dear;
Come hither, take my hand and pray arise;
If thou art flesh or spirit, thou art mine;
A plague then be on cursed fortunes vile;
Thou lovest me no more; thou breathest, nay,
No more. Sweet rose, thou art wilted in full bloom;
And if thy bosom art forever stilled,
Then heaven bestill mine.
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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