John Donne Selected Poems-6

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    LEt me pour forth

    My tears before t I stay here,

    For tamp they bear,

    And by tage th.

    For they be

    Pregnant of thee ;

    Fruits of muchey are, emblems of more ;

    ear falls, t t w bore ;

    So then, when on a divers shore.

    On a round ball

    A  h copies by, can lay

    An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

    And quickly make t, whing, all.

    So dotear,

    h wear,

    A globe, yea  impression grow,

    till tears mixd h mine do overflow

    ters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.

    O ! more than moon,

    Dra up seas to drohy sphere ;

    eep me not dead, in t forbear

    to teac it may do too soon ;

    Let not the wind

    Example find

    to do me more  purposeth :

    Since th,

    is cruellest, and es th.

    Some t han I,

    Say, wric h lie.

    I , and told,

    But s, tell, till I were old,

    I s find t ery.

    O ! tis imposture all ;

    And as no c t,

    But glorifies  pot,

    If by to him befall

    Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,

    So, lovers dream a ric,

    But get a er-seeming summers night.

    Our ease, our t, our honour, and our day,

    Shis vain bubbles shadow pay?

    Ends love in t my man

    Can be as happy as I can, if he can

    Endure t scorn of a bridegrooms play?

    t loving c swears,

    tis not t the minds,

    hich he in her angelic finds,

    ould sly, t he hears,

    In t days rude relsy, the spheres.

    for mind in  t,

    Sness and  t mummy, possessd.

    hinks, or dreams, he knows

    ress, his curse ;

    him, only for his purse

    May some dull wo love dispose,

    And to all t are his foes ;

    May he be scornd by one, whom all else scorn,

    Forso ot to h sworn,

    itting, torn.

    Madness  his cramps, may he

    Make, by but th made him such ;

    And may ouch

    Of conscience, but of fame, and be

    Anguis t t t twas she ;

    Or may ue reverence

    One t es ence,

    And equal traitors be she and his sense.

    May reason, and believe t he

    Meant to perform it, and confesses, and die,

    And no record tell why ;

    his sons, which none of his may be,

    In not his infamy ;

    Or may es have fed,

    t h bred,

    And at t be circumcised for bread.

    tepdames, gamesters gall,

    tyrants and ts interwish,

    plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,

    Can contribute, all ill, which all

    Props or poets spake, and all which shall

    Be annexd in sco this by me,

    Fall on t man ; For if it be a she

    Nature before-cursèd me.

    SEND rayd eyes to me,

    oo long  on thee ;

    Yet since they have learnd such ill,

    Such forced fashions,

    And false passions,

    t they be

    Made by thee

    Fit for no good sigill.

    Send  again,

    could stain ;

    be taughine

    to make jestings

    Of protestings,

    And break both

    ord and oath,

    Keep it, for tis none of mine.

    Yet send me back my  and eyes,

    t I may knohy lies,

    And may laughou

    Art in anguish

    And dost languish

    For some one

    t will none,

    Or prove as false as t now.

    tIS t, and it is the days,

    Lucys, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;

    t, and now his flasks

    Send fort squibs, no constant rays ;

    the worlds whole sap is sunk ;

    tic earth drunk,

    o t, life is shrunk,

    Dead and interrd ; yet all to laugh,

    Compared aph.

    Study me then, you who shall lovers be

    At t  is, at t spring ;

    For I am every dead thing,

    In w new alchemy.

    For  did express

    A quintessence even from nothingness,

    From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;

    Of absence, darkness, deat.

    All ots good,

    Life, soul, form, spirit, whey being have ;

    I, by Loves limbec, am the grave

    Of all, ts not a flood

    , and so

    Dro did we grow,

    to be two chaoses, when we did show

    Care to augen absences

    ithdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

    But I am by h—which word wrongs her—

    Of t nothe elixir grown ;

    ere I a man, t I were one

    I needs must know ; I should prefer,

    If I ,

    Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,

    And love ; all, all some properties invest.

    If I an ordinary nothing were,

    As s, and body must be here.

    But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.

    You lovers, for whe lesser sun

    At time to t is run

    to fetc, and give it you,

    Enjoy your summer all,

    Since ss festival.

    Let me prepare towards  me call

    this

    Bot is.

    I FIX mine eye on there

    Pity my picture burning in thine eye ;

    My picture droransparent tear,

    hen I look lower I espy ;

    the wicked skill

    By pictures made and marrd, to kill,

    st thy will?

    But no salt tears,

    And t ;

    My picture vanished, vanish all fears

    t I can be endamaged by t art ;

    tain of me

    One picture more, yet t will be,

    Being in t, from all malice free.

    COME live h me, and be my love,

    And we will some new pleasures prove

    Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,

    ith silken lines and silver hooks.

    the river whispring run

    armd by the sun ;

    And tay,

    Begging tray.

    s live bath,

    Each,

    ill amorously to thee swim,

    Gladder to catchou him.

    If to be so seen, best loth,

    By sun or moon, t both,

    And if myself o see,

    I need not t, hee.

    Let oth angling reeds,

    And cut th shells and weeds,

    Or treac,

    itrangling snare, or .

    Let coarse bold

    t- ;

    Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,

    Bech poor fishes wandring eyes.

    For t no suc,

    For t t :

    t fis is not catchereby,

    Alas ! is han I.

    hy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,

    And t t thee free

    From all solicitation from me,

    t come to thy bed,

    And tal, in worse arms shall see :

    taper o wink,

    And  tired before,

    ill, if tir, or pinco wake hink

    t for more,

    And, in false sleep, hee shrink :

    And tced thou

    Bat  lie,

    A verier g than I.

    I  tell thee now,

    Lest t preserve t,

    Id rat painfully repent,

    tenings rest still innocent.


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