John Donne Page 7

  Dear, I shall never have it all;

  I cannot breathe one other sigh to move,

  Nor can entreat one other tear to fall.

  And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,

  Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters, I have spent.

  Yet no more can be due to me,

  Than at the bargain made was meant.

  If then thy gift of love were partial,

  [10] That some to me, some should to others fall,

  Dear, I shall never have thee all.

  Or if then thou gavest me all,

  All was but all which thou had’st then;

  But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall

  New love created be by other men,

  Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,

  In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,

  This new love may beget new fears,

  For this love was not vowed by thee,

  [20] And yet it was, thy gift being general,

  The ground, thy heart, is mine; what ever shall

  Grow there, dear, I should have it all.

  Yet I would not have all yet,

  He that hath all can have no more,

  And since my love doth every day admit

  New growth, thou should’st have new rewards in store;

  Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,

  If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;

  Love’s riddles are, that though thy heart depart,

  [30] It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it;

  But we will have a way more liberal

  Than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall

  Be one, and one another’s all.

  Song

  Sweetest love, I do not go

  For weariness of thee,

  Nor in hope the world can show

  A fitter love for me,

  But since that I

  Must die at last, ’tis best

  To use myself in jest,

  Thus by feigned deaths to die.

  Yesternight the sun went hence,

  [10] And yet is here today;

  He hath no desire nor sense,

  Nor half so short a way;

  Then fear not me,

  But believe that I shall make

  Speedier journeys, since I take

  More wings and spurs than he.

  O how feeble is man’s power,

  That if good fortune fall,

  Cannot add another hour,

  [20] Nor a lost hour recall?

  But come bad chance,

  And we join to it our strength,

  And we teach it art and length,

  Itself o’er us to’advance.

  When thou sigh’st, thou sigh’st not wind,

  But sigh’st my soul away;

  When thou weep’st, unkindly kind,

  My life’s blood doth decay.

  It cannot be

  [30] That thou lov’st me, as thou say’st,

  If in thine my life thou waste;

  Thou art the best of me.

  Let not thy divining heart

  Forethink me any ill;

  Destiny may take thy part,

  And may thy fears fulfil;

  But think that we

  Are but turned aside to sleep;

  They who one another keep

  [40] Alive, ne’er parted be.

  The Legacy

  When I died last, and, dear, I die

  As often as from thee I go,

  Though it be but an hour ago,

  And lovers’ hours be full eternity,

  I can remember yet, that I

  Something did say, and something did bestow;

  Though I be dead, which sent me, I should be

  Mine own executor and legacy.

  I heard me say, tell her anon,

  [10] That myself (that’s you, not I)

  Did kill me,’and when I felt me die,

  I bid me send my heart, when I was gone,

  But I alas could there find none,

  When I had ripped me,’and searched where hearts did lie;

  It killed me’again, that I who still was true,

  In life, in my last will should cozen you.

  Yet I found something like a heart,

  But colours it, and corners had,

  It was not good, it was not bad,

  [20] It was entire to none, and few had part.

  As good as could be made by art

  It seemed, and therefore for our losses sad,

  I meant to send this heart instead of mine,

  But O, no man could hold it, for ’twas thine.

  A Fever

  O do not die, for I shall hate

  All women so, when thou art gone,

  That thee I shall not celebrate,

  When I remember, thou wast one.

  But yet thou canst not die, I know;

  To leave this world behind is death,

  But when thou from this world wilt go,

  The whole world vapours with thy breath.

  Or if, when thou, the world’s soul, goest,

  [10] It stay, ’tis but thy carcass then,

  The fairest woman, but thy ghost,

  But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.

  O wrangling schools, that search what fire

  Shall burn this world, had none the wit

  Unto this knowledge to aspire,

  That this her fever might be it?

  And yet she cannot waste by this,

  Nor long bear this torturing wrong,

  For much corruption needful is

  [20] To fuel such a fever long.

  These burning fits but meteors be,

  Whose matter in thee is soon spent.

  Thy beauty,’and all parts, which are thee,

  Are unchangeable firmament.

  Yet ’twas of my mind, seizing thee,

  Though it in thee cannot persevere.

  For I had rather owner be

  Of thee one hour, than all else ever.

  Air and Angels

  Twice or thrice had I loved thee,

  Before I knew thy face or name;

  So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,

  Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;

  Still when, to where thou wert, I came,

  Some lovely glorious nothing I did see;

  But since, my soul, whose child love is,

  Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,

  More subtle than the parent is,

  [10] Love must not be, but take a body too,

  And therefore what thou wert, and who

  I bid Love ask, and now

  That it assume thy body, I allow,

  And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.

  Whil’st thus to ballast love, I thought,

  And so more steadily to have gone,

  With wares which would sink admiration,

  I saw I had love’s pinnace overfraught,

  Ev’ry thy hair for love to work upon

  [20] Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;

  For nor in nothing, nor in things

  Extreme and scatt’ring bright can love inhere;

  Then as an angel, face and wings

  Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,

  So thy love may be my love’s sphere;

  Just such disparity

  As is ’twixt air and angels’ purity

  ’Twixt women’s love and men’s will ever be.

  Break of Day

  ’Tis true, ’tis day, what though it be?

  O wilt thou therefore rise from me?

  Why should we rise because ’tis light?

  Did we lie down because ’twas night?

  Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,

  Should in despite of light keep us together.

  Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;

  If it could speak as well as spy,
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  This were the worst that it could say,

  [10] That, being well, I fain would stay,

  And that I loved my heart and honour so,

  That I would not from him, that had them, go.

  Must business thee from hence remove?

  O, that’s the worst disease of love,

  The poor, the foul, the false, love can

  Admit, but not the busied man.

  He which hath business, and makes love, doth do

  Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.

  The Anniversary

  All kings and all their favourites,

  All glory’of honours, beauties, wits,

  The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass,

  Is elder by a year, now, than it was

  When thou and I first one another saw.

  All other things to their destruction draw,

  Only our love hath no decay;

  This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday;

  Running it never runs from us away,

  [10] But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

  Two graves must hide thine and my corpse;

  If one might, death were no divorce.

  Alas, as well as other princes, we

  (Who prince enough in one another be)

  Must leave at last in death, these eyes and ears,

  Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears;

  But souls where nothing dwells but love

  (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove

  This, or a love increasèd there above,

  [20] When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove.

  And then we shall be throughly blest,

  But we no more than all the rest;

  Here upon earth, we’are kings, and none but we

  Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be;

  Who is so safe as we, where none can do

  Treason to us, except one of us two?

  True and false fears let us refrain,

  Let us love nobly,’and live, and add again

  Years and years unto years, till we attain

  [30] To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.

  A Valediction of My Name in the Window

  I

  My name engraved herein

  Doth contribute my firmness to this glass,

  Which, ever since that charm, hath been

  As hard as that which graved it was;

  Thine eye will give it price enough to mock

  The diamonds of either rock.

  II

  ’Tis much that glass should be

  As all-confessing, and through-shine as I;

  ’Tis more, that it shows thee to thee,

  [10] And clear reflects thee to thine eye.

  But all such rules love’s magic can undo,

  Here you see me, and I am you.

  III

  As no one point, nor dash,

  Which are but accessories to this name,

  The showers and tempests can outwash,

  So shall all times find me the same;

  You this entireness better may fulfil,

  Who have the pattern with you still.

  IV

  Or if too hard and deep

  [20] This learning be for a scratched name to teach,

  It as a given death’s head keep,

  Lovers’ mortality to preach,

  Or think this ragged bony name to be

  My ruinous anatomy.

  V

  Then, as all my souls be

  Emparadised in you (in whom alone

  I understand, and grow and see),

  The rafters of my body, bone,

  Being still with you, the muscle, sinew,’and vein,

  [30] Which tile this house, will come again.

  VI

  Till my return repair

  And recompact my scattered body so,

  As all the virtuous powers which are

  Fixed in the stars, are said to flow

  Into such characters as graved be

  When these stars have supremacy,

  VII

  So, since this name was cut

  When love and grief their exaltation had,

  No door ’gainst this name’s influence shut;

  [40] As much more loving, as more sad,

  ’Twill make thee; and thou should’st, till I return,

  Since I die daily, daily mourn.

  VIII

  When thy’inconsiderate hand

  Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name,

  To look on one, whose wit or land

  New batt’ry to thy heart may frame,

  Then think this name alive, and that thou thus

  In it offend’st my genius.

  IX

  And when thy melted maid,

  [50] Corrupted by thy lover’s gold and page,

  His letter at thy pillow’hath laid,

  Disputed it, and tamed thy rage,

  And thou begin’st to thaw towards him, for this,

  May my name step in, and hide his.

  X

  And if this treason go

  To’an overt act, and that thou write again,

  In superscribing, this name flow

  Into thy fancy from the pane.

  So, in forgetting thou rememb’rest right,

  [60] And unaware to me shalt write.

  XI

  But glass and lines must be

  No means our firm substantial love to keep;

  Near death inflicts this lethargy,

  And this I murmur in my sleep;

  Impute this idle talk to that I go,

  For dying men talk often so.

  Twicknam Garden

  Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,

  Hither I come to seek the spring,

  And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,

  Receive such balms, as else cure everything;

  But O, self traitor, I do bring

  The spider love, which transubstantiates all,

  And can convert manna to gall;

  And that this place may thoroughly be thought

  True paradise, I have the serpent brought.

  [10] ’Twere wholesomer for me that winter did

  Benight the glory of this place,

  And that a grave frost did forbid

  These trees to laugh and mock me to my face;

  But that I may not this disgrace

  Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love let me

  Some senseless piece of this place be;

  Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,

  Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.

  Hither with crystal vials, lovers come,

  [20] And take my tears, which are love’s wine,

  And try your mistress’ tears at home,

  For all are false that taste not just like mine;

  Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine,

  Nor can you more judge woman’s thoughts by tears,

  Than by her shadow what she wears.

  O perverse sex, where none is true but she,

  Who’s therefore true, because her truth kills me.

  Valediction of the Book

  I’ll tell thee now, dear love, what thou shalt do

  To anger Destiny, as she doth us,

  How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus,

  And how posterity shall know it too,

  How thine may out-endure

  Sibyl’s glory, and obscure

  Her who from Pindar could allure,

  And her through whose help Lucan is not lame,

  And her whose book (they say) Homer did find, and name.

  [10] Study our manuscripts, those myriads

  Of letters, which have passed ’twixt thee and me,

  Thence write our annals, and in them will be,

  To all whom love’s subliming fire invades,

  Rule and example found;

  The
re, the faith of any ground

  No schismatic will dare to wound,

  That sees how Love this grace to us affords,

  To make, to keep, to use, to be these his records.

  This book, as long-lived as the elements,

  [20] Or as the world’s form, this all-gravèd tome

  In cipher writ, or new-made idiom;

  We for Love’s clergy only’are instruments.

  When this book is made thus,

  Should again the ravenous

  Vandals and the Goths invade us,

  Learning were safe; in this our universe

  Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels verse.

  Here Love’s divines (since all divinity

  Is love or wonder) may find all they seek,

  [30] Whether abstract spiritual love they like,

  Their souls exhaled with what they do not see,

  Or loath so to amuse

  Faith’s infirmity, they choose

  Something which they may see and use;

  For though mind be the heaven where love doth sit,

  Beauty’a convenient type may be to figure it.

  Here more than in their books may lawyers find,

  Both by what titles mistresses are ours,

  And how prerogative these states devours,

  [40] Transferred from Love himself to womankind,

  Who, though from heart and eyes

  They exact great subsidies,

  Forsake him who on them relies,

  And for the cause, honour or conscience give –

  Chimeras, vain as they, or their prerogative.

  Here statesmen (or of them, they which can read)

  May of their occupation find the grounds:

  Love and their art alike it deadly wounds,

  If to consider what ’tis, one proceed,

  [50] In both they do excel

  Who the present govern well,

  Whose weakness none doth, or dares, tell;

  In this thy book, such will their nothing see,

  As in the Bible some can find out alchemy.

  Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I’ll study thee,

  As he removes far off that great heights takes;

  How great love is, presence best trial makes,

  But absence tries how long this love will be;

  To take a latitude,

  [60] Sun, or stars, are fitliest viewed

  At their brightest, but to conclude

  Of longitudes, what other way have we,

  But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?

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  Good we must love, and must hate ill,