Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed, Never to be disquieted! My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake; Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty... Selected Poems: Henry King, Elegies, Etc ; Izaak Walton, Verse-remains - Página 46 por John Donne - 1904 - 62 páginas Visualização integral -
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