Daybreak

More poems by John Donne

• The Flea

  Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
  How little that which thou deniest me is;
  It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, …

• A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

  As virtuous men pass mildly away,
  And whisper to their souls to go,
  Whilst some of their sad friends do say, …

• The Sun Rising

  Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
  Why dost thou thus,
  Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? …

• The Sun Rising

  ⁠BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
  ⁠Why dost thou thus,
  Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? …

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