Resurrection

Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule
Shall (though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) bee
Freed by that drop, from being starv’d, hard, or foule,
And life, by this death abled, shall controule
Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to mee
Feare of first or last death, bring miserie,
If in thy little booke my name thou enroule,
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which ’twas;
Nor can by other meanes be glorified.
May then sinnes sleep, and deaths soone from me passe,
That wak’t from both, I againe risen may
Salute the last, and everlasting day.

John Donne, Holy Sonnets, 1633