John Donne Selected Poems-1
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
To tell the laity our love.
Though greater far, is innocent.
Of absence, cause it doth remove
Like th other foot, obliquely run ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
The thing which elemented it.
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
"Now his breath goes," a九九藏书nd some say, "No."
Dull sublunary lovers love
Thy soul, the fixd foot, makes no show
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
But we by a love so much refined,
And thou藏书网gh it in the centre sit,
So let us melt, and make no noise,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
Inter-assur鑔 of the mind,
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
That ourselves know not what it is99lib•net,
A breach, but an expansion,
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
And whisper to their souls to go,
But trepidation of the spheres,
To move,九-九-藏-书-网 but doth, if th other do.
Though I must go, endure not yet
If they be two, they are two so
And makes me end where I begun.
Moving of th earth brings harms and fears ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
Twere profanation of our joys