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by John Donne

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > John Donne > Confined Love Confined Love
John Donne
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The Canonization
by John Donne

For Godsake hold your tongue! and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five grey haires, or ruined fortune flout;
With wealth your state, your minde with arts, improve;
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his honour, or his grace,
Or the King's real, or his stamped face
Contemplate: what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

Alas, alas, who's injured by my love?
What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned?
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly;
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die;
And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us, we two being one, are it.
So to one neutral thing both sexes fit:
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by his love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urne becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombes;
And by these hymns all shall approve
Us canonized for Love:

And thus invoke us: "You whom reverend love
Made one another's hermitage;
You to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize,)
Countries, townes, courts: Beg from above
A pattern of your love!"

 

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