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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Songs and Sonnets
A Valediction of Weeping
 
          LET me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth.
          For thus they be        5
          Pregnant of thee;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;
When a tear falls, that thou fall’st which it bore;
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
 
          On a round ball        10
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.
          So doth each tear,
          Which thee doth wear,        15
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mix’d with mine do overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
 
          O! more than moon,
Draw not up seas 1 to drown me in thy sphere;        20
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon;
          Let not the wind
          Example find
To do me more harm than it purposeth:        25
Since thou and I sigh one another’s breath,
Whoe’er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other’s death.
 
Note 1. l. 20. 1669, thy seas [back]
 
 
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