The Expiration

by John Donne
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
      Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away;
Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,
      And let ourselves benight our happiest day.
We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
      Any so cheap a death as saying, “Go.
Go; and if that word have not quite killed thee,
      Ease me with death, by bidding me go too.
Or, if it have, let my word work on me,
      And a just office on a murderer do.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
      Being double dead, going, and bidding, “Go.