04 September 2008

I think I know what this means.

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
Thou art the best of me.

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

- John Donne
"Song" (1633)

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