This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,
My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,
And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt
My body, and soule, and I shall sleepe a space,
But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,
Whose feare already shakes my every joynt;
Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight,
And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell,
So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right,
To where they're bred, and would presse me, to hell.
The metrical rhythm is interrupted by this twelve syllable line that follows after the volta. Note that Donne ascribes a feminine gender to his soul. The mood changes from the negative to a new perspective, that of shedding his sins to reach God.
This is my playes last scene here heavens appoint Holy Sonnet VI