THE APPARITION

by: John Donne (1573-1631)

      HEN by the scorn, O murd'ress I am dead,
      And that thou thinkst thee free
      From all solicitation from me,
      Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
      And thee, fain'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;
      Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
      And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,
      Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
      Thou call'st for more,
      And in false sleep will from thee shrink,
      And then poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
      Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
      A verier ghost than I;
      What I will say I will not tell thee now,
      Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,
      I had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
      Than by my threat'nings rest still innocent.

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