John Donne: The Expiration

The Expiration

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.