Sonnet 23: Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,

Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?

And would the sun for thee more coldly shine

Because of grave-damps falling round my head?

I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read

Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine

But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine

While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead

Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.

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