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John Donne Selected Poems-3
ade such by love ;

    Call her fly,

    ere tapers too, and at our o die,

    And he dove.

    t

    By us ;  ;

    So, to one neutral t.

    e die and rise the same, and prove

    Mysterious by this love.

    e can die by it, if not live by love,

    And if unfit for tomb or hearse

    Our legend be, it  for verse ;

    And if no piece of chronicle we prove,

    ell build in sonnets pretty rooms ;

    As  urn becomes

    test asombs,

    And by these hymns, all shall approve

    Us canonized for love ;

    And t;You, whom reverend love

    Made one anotage ;

    You, to w now is rage ;

    ract, and drove

    Into the glasses of your eyes ;

    So made such mirrors, and such spies,

    t to you epitomize—

    Countries, tos beg from above

    A pattern of your love.quot;

    I am two fools, I know,

    For loving, and for saying so

    In wry ;

    But   be I,

    If s deny ?

    ths inward narrow crooked lanes

    Do purge sea ers fretful salt away,

    I t, if I could draw my pains

    tion, I shem allay.

    Grief brougo numbers cannot be so fierce,

    For ames it, t fetters it in verse.

    But when I have done so,

    Some man,  and voice to show,

    Dot and sing my pain ;

    And, by delighting many, frees again

    Grief, wrain.

    to love and grief tribute of verse belongs,

    But not of sucis read.

    Both are increasèd by such
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