Classic Poem

Since Fate commands me hence, and I
Must leave my soul with thee, and die,
Dear, spare one sigh, or else let fall
A tear to crown my Funeral,
That I may tell my grieved heart
Thou art unwilling we should part,
And Martyrs that imbrace the fire
Shall with lesse joy then I expire.

With this last kiss I will bequeath
My soul transfus'd into thy breath,
Whose active heat shall gently slide
Into thy breast, and there reside,
And be in spight of Fate thus blest
By this sad death of Heaven possest;
Then prove but kind, and thou shalt see
Love hath more power then Destinie.