| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| John Donne |
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| 3. The Sunne Rising |
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| BUSIE old foole, unruly Sunne, | |
| Why dost thou thus, | |
| Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us? | |
| Must to thy motions lovers seasons run? | |
| Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide | 5 |
| Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, | |
| Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, | |
| Call countrey ants to harvest offices; | |
| Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, | |
| Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. | 10 |
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| Thy beames, so reverend, and strong | |
| Why shouldst thou thinke? | |
| I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, | |
| But that I would not lose her sight so long: | |
| If her eyes have not blinded thine, | 15 |
| Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee, | |
| Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne | |
| Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee. | |
| Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, | |
| And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay. | 20 |
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| She'is all States, and all Princes, I, | |
| Nothing else is. | |
| Princes doe but play us; compar'd to this, | |
| All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie. | |
| Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee, | 25 |
| In that the world's contracted thus; | |
| Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee | |
| To warme the world, that's done in warming us. | |
| Shine here to us, and thou art every where; | |
| This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare. | 30 |
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