John Donne

The Apparition

When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
      And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, fained vestal, in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tired 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
Bathed 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.

"so-li-ci-ta-ti-on": say it with six syllables, as though it were French or Spanish.
"to wink"=to flicker; candles flicker when ghosts are around.
"fained"=willing, with a pun on "feigned" (says my editor)

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