John Donne(1573-1631)


A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

(1573-1631)


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As virtuous men passe mildly away,
And whisper to their soules, to goe,
Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
Thebreathgoesnow,andsomesay,no:

Soletusmelt,andmakenonoise,
Notear-floods,norsigh-tempestsmove;
'Twereprofanationofourjoyes
Totellthelaityourlove.

Movingo'th'earthbringsharmsandfears;
Menreckonwhatitdid,andmeant;
Buttrepidationofthespheres,
Thoughgreaterfar,isinnocent.

Dullsublunarylovers'love
(Whosesoulissense)cannotadmit
Absence,becauseitdothremove
Thosethingswhichelementedit.

Butwebyalovesomuchrefin'd,
Thatourselvesknownotwhatitis,
Inter-assuredofthemind,
Careless,eyes,lips,andhandstomiss.

Our two soules therefore, which are one,
Though I must goe, endure not yet
A breach but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinnesse beate.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiffe twin compasses are two:
Thy soul the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if thother doe.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leanes, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
Like thother foot, obliquely runne.
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.


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  Transl. by Scythian Dead 31.051.06.2004

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