John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go - Poem by John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here today;
He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way:
Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,
That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall!
But come bad chance,
And we join to'it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o'er us to'advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
But sigh'st my soul away;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.
It cannot be
That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart
Forethink me any ill;
Destiny may take thy part,
And may thy fears fulfil;
But think that we
Are but turn'd aside to sleep;
They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be.


Comments about Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go by John Donne

  • (4/13/2010 10:03:00 PM)


    i just want summary for this poem..............can anyone plz tell me (Report) Reply

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  • (9/14/2006 4:47:00 PM)


    This poem is one of the true plea for a loved one not to fear the other's departure. Just beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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