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John Donne (1572-1631)

Holy Sonnets: I am a little world made cunningly

              I am a little world made cunningly
              Of elements and an angelic sprite,
              But black sin hath betray'd to endless night
              My world's both parts, and oh both parts must die.
              You which beyond that heaven which was most high
              Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write,
              Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
              Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
              Or wash it, if it must be drown'd no more.
            But oh it must be burnt; alas the fire
            Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore,
            And made it fouler; let their flames retire,
            And burn me O Lord, with a fiery zeal
            Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heal.

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