"The Legacie"

by: ReeL

Wed Feb 27, 2008 at 09:31:32 AM MST

When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye
As often as from thee I goe,
Though it be but an houre agoe
And Lovers' houres be full eternity,
I can remember yet, that I
Something did say, and something did bestow;
Though I be dead, which sent mee, I might be
Mine owne executor, and Legacie.

I heard mee say, Tell her anon,
That my selfe, (that's you, not I,)
Did kill me, and when I felt mee dye,
I bid mee send my heart, when I was gone,
But I alas could there finde none,
When I had ripp'd, and search'd where hearts did lye,
It kill'd mee againe, that I who still was true
In life, in my last Will should cozen you.

Yet I found something like a heart,
But colours it, and corners had,
It was not good, it was not bad,
It was intire to none, and few had part.
As good as could be made by art
It seem'd, and therefore for our loss be sad.
I meant to send that heart instead of mine,
But oh, no man could hold it, for twas thine.