John Donne Selected Poems-3
ade such by love ;
Call her fly,
ere tapers too, and at our o die,
And he dove.
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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