Testo di Mortal Remains

Sleep on my love in the cold bed Never to be disquieted my last good night Thou will not wake till I the fate shall overtake Till age, or grief or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves and fill the room My heart keeps empty in the tomb Stay for me there I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow valley Thus from the sun my botton stears And my dayes compass downward bears Nor labour I to stemme the tide Through which to thee I swifty glide Thou like the vann first took'st the field And gotten hast the victory In thus adventuring to dy Before me whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave And think not much of my delay I am already on the way and follow thee With all the speed desire can make Or sorrows breed each minute is a short degree At night when I betake to rest