Thou bidst me come away, <br />And I'll no longer stay, <br />Than for to shed some tears <br />For faults of former years; <br />And to repent some crimes <br />Done in the present times; <br />And next, to take a bit <br />Of bread, and wine with it; <br />To don my robes of love, <br />Fit for the place above; <br />To gird my loins about <br />With charity throughout; <br />And so to travel hence <br />With feet of innocence; <br />These done, I'll only cry, <br />'God, mercy!' and so die.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-death/
