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    John Donne - The Apparition

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    Julian Glover reads John Donne's The Apparition - From the 1984 series Six Centuries Of Verse

    The Apparition
    by John Donne (1572-1631)

    When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
    And that thou think'st thee free
    From all solicitation from me,
    Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
    And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;
    Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
    And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before,
    Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
    Thou call'st for more,
    And in false sleep will from thee shrink;
    And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
    Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
    A verier ghost than I.
    What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
    Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,
    I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
    Than by my threat'nings rest still innocent.