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| When I have put this flood 'twixt them and me, * |
| Put thou thy blood betwixt my sins and thee. |
| As the trees sap doth seek the root below |
| In winter, in my winter now I go, |
Where none but thee, th'Eternal root
Of true love I may know. |
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| Nor thou, nor thy religion dost controul |
| The amorousness of an harmonious Soul, |
| But thou wouldst have that love thy self: as thou |
| Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now, |
| Thou lov'st not; till from loving more, thou free |
| My soul: Who ever gives, takes liberty: |
Oh, if thou car'st not whom I love,
Alas, thou lov'st not me. |
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| Seal then this bill of my Divorce to All, |
| On whom those fainter beams of love did fall; |
| Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be |
| On Face, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. |
| Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: |
| To see God only, I go out of sight: |
And to scape stormy daies, I chuse
An everlasting night. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |