I thought I would post one of the poems I really enjoyed here. The author is John Donne, who is definitely an interesting cat. He lived from 1571 - 1631. This one is called The Apparition and is taken from The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Seventh Edition, The Major Authors.
When by thy scorn, O murderess, I am dead,
And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feigned vestal(1), in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink(2),
And he whose thou art then, being tired before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou callst for more,
And in false sleep will from thee shrink,
And then, poor aspen wretch(3), neglected thou
Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat (4)wilt lie
A verier ghost(5) 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 threatenings rest still innocent.
3) Aspen leaves flutter in the slightest breeze
4) Sweating in terror; quicksilver was a stock prescription for venereal disease and sweating was part of the cure.
Sounds like someone's got some issues with his special lady friend eh?