The Separation.

ASk me not what my Love shall do or bee
(Love which is Soul to Body, and Soul of Mee)
When I am sep'arated from thee;
Alas, I might as easily show,
What after Death the Soul will do;
Twill last, I'm sure, and that is all we know.

The thing calle'd soul will never stir nor move,
But all that while a liveless Carkass prove,
For 'tis the Body of my Love;
Not that my Love will fly away,
But still continue, as, they say,
Sad troubled Ghosts about their Graves do stray.