Author Richard Crashaw Come death, come bands, nor do you shrink, my eares, At those hard words mans cowardise calls feares. Save those of feare, no other bands feare I; Nor other death then this; the feare to dye. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments