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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |
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Resurrection, imperfect. |
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Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast |
As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last; |
Sleepe then, and rest; The world may beare thy stay, |
A better Sun rose before thee to day, |
Who, not content to'enlighten all that dwell |
On the earths face, as thou, enlightned hell, |
And made the darke fires languish in that vale, |
As, at thy presence here, our fires grow pale. |
Whose body having walk'd on earth, and now |
Hasting to Heaven, would, that he might allow |
Himselfe unto all stations, and fill all, |
For these three daies become a minerall; |
Hee was all gold when he lay downe, but rose |
All tincture, and doth not alone dispose |
Leaden and iron wills to good, but is |
Of power to make even finfull flesh like his. |
Had one of those, whose credulous pietie |
Thought, that a Soule one might discerne and see
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[CW: Go] |