John Donne Selected Poems-9
ur eyes
Absence denies
Eac,
And makes to us a constant night,
o light ;
O give no o grief,
But let belief
Of mutual love
to the vulgar prove,
Our bodies, not we move.
Let not t beweep
ords but sense deep ;
For when we miss
By distance our hopes joining bliss,
Even then our souls shall kiss ;
Fools o meet,
But by t ;
hy should our clay
Over our spirits so much sway,
to tie us to t way?
O give no o grief, amp;c.
yet to prove
I t ty in love,
So did I reverence, and gave
orss at their dying hour
Call, name, an unknown power,
As ignorantly did I crave.
thus when
t yet knoed by men,
Our desires give them fashion, and so
As they size, grow.
But, from late fair,
ting in a golden chair,
Is not less cared for after three days
By ching which lovers so
Blindly admire, and h such worship woo ;
Being decays ;
And thence,
before pleased takes but one sense,
And t so lamely, as it leaves behind
A kind of sorroo the mind.
A we,
As well as cocks and lions, jocund be
After such pleasures, unless wise
Nature decreed—since eac, they say,
Diminish of life a day—
this ; as she would man should despise
t,
Because t ot,
And only for a minute made to be
Ea