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The Anniversary
John Donne |
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All kings and all their favourites All glory of honours beauty and wits The sun itself which makes time as they pass Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw All other things to their destruction draw Only our love hath no decay This no tomorrow hath, no yesterday Running it never ran from us away But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. |
Two graves must hide thine and my corse ; If one might, death were no divorce. Alas! as well as other princes, we Who prince enough in one another be Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears, Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears ; But souls where nothing dwells but love All other thoughts being inmates then shall prove This or a love increasèd there above, When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove. |
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And then we shall be throughly blest ; But now no more than all the rest. Here upon earth we're kings, and none but we Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be. Who is so safe as we? where none can do Treason to us, except one of us two. True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore; this is the second of our reign. |
Modified slightly for the song: Is elder by some years now than it was
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© Stuart Moffatt 2003