So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting

One Short Sleep Past, We Wake Eternally, And Death Shall Be No More; Death, Thou Shalt Die.

Yet Nothing Can To Nothing Fall, Nor Any Place Be Empty Quite; Therefore I Think My Breast Hath All Those Pieces Still, Though They Be Not Unite; And Now, As Broken Glasses Show A Hundred Lesser Faces, So My Rags Of Heart Can Like, Wish, And Adore, But After One Such Love, Can Love No More.

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.