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An Apparition
When by thy scorne o Murdresse I am dead
And that thou thinkst thee farr
ffrom all sollicitations by mee
Then shall my Ghost come to thy bedd
And thee (fond virgin)* in worse armes shall see
Then thy sick Taper will beginn to winke
And hee, whose thou art then, beeing tyr'd before
Will if thou stirr or pinch, to wake him, thinke
Thou callst for more
And in a false sleepe from thee shrink
And then poore Aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bathd in a cold quicksiluer sweate wilt lye
A veryer Ghost then I.
What I will say I will not tell thee now
Least that preserue thee, and since my loue is spent
I had rather thou shouldst paynefully repent
Then by my threatnings keepe thee innocent
[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.]