Classic Poem

Thus, by the way, to humane Loues interring,
These marginall, and secret teares referring
To my disposure (hauing all this howre
Of our vnworldly conference, giuen powre
To her late-fainting issue, to arise)
She raisde her selfe, and them; The Progenies
Of that so ciuile Desert, rising all;
Who fell with her; and to the Funerall
(She bearing still the Coffine) all went on.