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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Elegies
IX. The Autumnal
 
NO spring, nor summer 1 beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face;
Young beauties force our love, 2 and that’s a rape;
This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.
If ’twere a shame to love, here ’twere no shame;        5
Affections here take reverence’s name.
Were her first years the Golden Age? that’s true,
But now they’re gold 3 oft tried, and ever new.
That was her torrid and inflaming time;
This is her tolerable 4 tropic clime.        10
Fair eyes; who asks more heat than comes from hence,
He in a fever wishes pestilence.
Call not these wrinkles, graves; if graves they were,
They were Love’s graves, for else 5 he is nowhere.
Yet lies not Love dead here, but here doth sit,        15
Vow’d to this trench, like an anachorite,
And here, till hers, which must be his death, come,
He doth not dig a grave, but build a tomb.
Here dwells he; though he sojourn everywhere
In progress, yet his standing house is here;        20
Here, where still evening is, not noon, nor night;
Where no voluptuousness, yet all delight.
In all her words, unto all hearers fit,
You may at revels, you at council, 6 sit.
This is love’s timber; youth his underwood;        25
There he, as wine in June, enrages blood;
Which then comes seasonablest, when our taste
And appetite to other things is past.
Xerxes’ strange Lydian love, the platane tree,
Was loved for age, none being so large 7 as she;        30
Or else because, being young, nature did bless
Her youth with age’s glory, barrenness.
If we love things long sought, age is a thing
Which we are fifty years in compassing;
If transitory things, which soon decay,        35
Age must be loveliest at the latest day.
But name not winter faces, whose skin’s slack,
Lank as an unthrift’s purse, but a soul’s sack; 8
Whose eyes seek light within, for all here’s shade;
Whose mouths are holes, rather worn out, than made;        40
Whose every tooth to a several place is gone,
To vex their souls 9 at resurrection;
Name not these living death-heads unto me,
For these, not ancient, but antique 10 be.
I hate extremes; yet I had rather stay        45
With tombs than cradles, to wear out a day. 11
Since such love’s motion natural 12 is, may still
My love descend, and journey down the hill,
Not panting after growing beauties; so
I shall ebb out 13 with them who homeward go.        50
 
Note 1. l. 1. 1635, summer’s [back]
Note 2. l. 3. 1635, your love; 1669, our loves [back]
Note 3. l. 8. 1635, she’s gold [back]
Note 4. l. 10. 1635, habitable [back]
Note 5. l. 14. 1635, or else [back]
Note 6. l. 24. 1669, councils [back]
Note 7. l. 30. 1635, so old [back]
Note 8. l. 38. So 1633, 1669; 1635, but a fool’s sack. [back]
Note 9. l. 42. 1669, the soul [back]
Note 10. l. 44. 1635, not ancients, but antiques [back]
Note 11. l. 46. 1669, the day [back]
Note 12. l. 47. 1635, natural station [back]
Note 13. l. 50. 1635, ebb on [back]
 
 
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