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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |
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| To the Countess of Bedford |
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| Begun in France, but never perfected. |
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| Though I be dead and buried, yet I have |
| (Living in you) Court enough in my grave, |
| As oft as there I think my self to be, |
| So many resurrections waken me; |
| That thankfulness your favours have begot |
| In me, embalmes me, that I do not rot; |
| This season as 'tis Easter, as 'tis spring, |
| Must both to growth and to confession bring |
| My thoughts dispos'd unto your influence, so |
| These verses bud, so these confessions grow; |
| First I confess I have to others lent |
| Your stock, and over prodigally spent
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[CW: Your] |