Here you will find thePoemThe Dying Husband's Farewellof poet Phineas Fletcher
I LEAVE them, now the trumpet calls away; In vain thine eyes beg for some times reprieving; Yet in my children here immortall stay: In one I die, in many ones am living: In them, and for them stay thy too much grieving: Look but on them, in them thou still wilt see Marry'd with thee again thy twice-two Antonie. And when with little hands they stroke thy face, As in thy lap they sit (ah carelesse) playing, And stammering ask a kisse, give them a brace; The last from me : and then a little staying, And in their face some part of me survaying, In them give me a third, and with a teare Show thy deare love to him, who lov'd thee ever deare.
