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Elegy Xiii: His Parting From Her

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SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night,
Environ me with darkness, whilst I write ;
Shadow that hell unto me, which alone
I am to suffer when my love is gone.
Alas ! the darkest magic cannot do it,
Thou and great hell, to boot, are shadows to it.
Should Cynthia quit thee, Venus, and each star,
It would not form one thought dark as mine are.
I could lend them obscureness now, and say
Out of my self, there should be no more day.
Such is already my self-want of sight,
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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 03 July 2018
So emotional expressed...nice write
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Haidee Majola 03 July 2018
Astounding! I could have been reading Mark Anthony's impassioned speech...this work is so passion packed and unrelentingly forceful. Long yes. But that adds to its grandeur. What a cry from the heart! Those guys in this poets time....to learn from.
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Glen Kappy 03 July 2018
i so relate to the ache that runs though the poem, that animates it. i'm reminded in the first part of this poem of the warning from the song of songs—don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time is ripe. love transforms us, but oh the deep ache, the yearning, there is in it. -gk
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Adrian Flett 03 July 2018
What beauty in the way John Donne likens their love to the four seasons. 'And autumn, what our golden harvests were'
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