John Donne - The Relic

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John Donne - The Relic

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When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learn'd that woman head To be to more than one a bed) And he that digs it, spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone Will he not let'us alone And think that there a loving couple lies Who thought that this device might be some way To make their souls, at the last busy day Meet at this grave, and make a little stay? If this fall in a time, or land Where mis-dеvotion doth command Then he, that digs us up, will bring Us to the bishop, and thе king To make us relics; then Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I A something else thereby; All women shall adore us, and some men; And since at such time miracles are sought I would have that age by this paper taught What miracles we harmless lovers wrought First, we lov'd well and faithfully Yet knew not what we lov'd, nor why; Difference of sex no more we knew Than our guardian angels do; Coming and going, we Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals; Our hands ne'er touch'd the seals Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free; These miracles we did, but now alas All measure, and all language, I should pass Should I tell what a miracle she was

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  • John Donne