This is My Plays Last Scene by John Donne
This is my play's last scene; here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race, Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My span's last inch, my minute's latest point; And gluttonous death will instantly unjoint My body and my soul, and I shall sleep a space; But my'ever-waking part shall see that face Whose fear already shakes my every joint. Then, as my soul to'heaven, her first seat, takes flight, And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell, So fall my sins, that all may have their right, To where they'are bred, and would press me, to hell. Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evil, For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil. A short Note on the Poem: This is My Plays Last Scene is a beautiful poem by John Donne. It is the third sonnet in the Holy Sonnets. The Fear of damnation and the hope of redemption are realistically expressed in this sonnet. The sonnet opens with a common metaphor of Eli