Love
Upon Her Dreaming That She Saw Him Dead
From A Poetical Rhapsody (1602), ed. A. H. Bullen (1890–91)
Love
O fair, yet murd'ring eyes,
Stars of my miseries.
Who while night clouds your beams,
How much you wish my death show in your dreams!
Is't not enough that waking you do spill me,
But you asleep must kill me?
O kill me still while you your sleep are taking,
So you lend me kind looks when you are waking!
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Davison, Francis. “Upon Her Dreaming That She Saw Him Dead.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/davison/14/.
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Davison, Francis. “Upon Her Dreaming That She Saw Him Dead.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/davison/14/.
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