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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |
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| Elegie. XIIII. |
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| Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night |
| Environ me with darkness, whilst I write: |
| Shadow that hell unto me, which alone |
| I am to suffer when my Love is gone. |
| Alas the darkest Magick cannot do it, |
| And that great Hell to boot are shadows to it. |
| Should Cinthia quit thee Venus, and each starre, |
| It would not forme one thought dark as mine are. |
| I could lend them obscureness now, and say, |
| Out of my self, There should be no more Day. |
| Such is already my self-want of sight |
| Did not the fire within me force a light. |
| Oh Love, that fire and darkness should be mixt, |
| Or to thy Triumphs such strange torments fixt? |
| Is't because thou thy self art blind, that wee |
| Thy Martyrs must no more each other see? |
| Or tak'st thou pride to break us on thy wheel, |
| And view old Chaos in the Pains we feel? |
| Or have we left undone some mutual Right, |
| That thus with parting thou seek'st us to spight? |
| No, no. The falt is mine, impute it to me, |
| Or rather to conspiring destinie,
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[CW: Which] |