Song, John Donne

Song.

Soul’s joy, now I am gone,
              And you alone,
             – Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
       And carry thee with me –
       Yet when unto our eyes
              Absence denies
              Each other’s sight,
And makes to us a constant night,
    When others change to light;
              O give no way to grief,
              But let belief
                  Of mutual love
              This wonder to the vulgar prove,
                  Our bodies, not we, move.

Let not thy wit beweep
              Words but sense deep;
              For when we miss
By distance our hope’s joining bliss,
       Even then our souls shall kiss;
       Fools have no means to meet,
              But by their feet;
              Why should our clay
Over our spirits so much sway,
    To tie us to that way?
              O give no way to grief, &c.

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John Donne, The Dream

The Dream.

Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
                It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy.
Therefore thou waked’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brokest not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.

As lightning, or a taper’s light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me;
                Yet I thought thee
– For thou lovest truth – an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw’st my heart,
And knew’st my thoughts beyond an angel’s art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt, when thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.

Coming and staying showed thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
                Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fear’s as strong as he;
‘Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me;
Thou camest to kindle, go’st to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.

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No Man is an Island


No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; 
It tolls for thee. 


John Donne