| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XII. Love and Death From The Relique | | By John Donne (15721631) |
| | WHEN my grave is broke up again | |
| Some second guest to entertain,
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| And he that digs it, spies | |
| A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, | |
| Will he not let us alone, | 5 |
| And think that there a loving couple lies, | |
| Who thought that this device might be some way | |
| To make their souls, at the last busy day, | |
| Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
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