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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |
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| Song. |
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| Stand still, and I will read to thee |
| A Lecture, Love, in loves philosophy. |
| These three houres that we have spent, |
| Walking here; Two shadowes went |
| Along with us, which we our selves produc'd; |
| But, now the Sunne is just above our head, |
| We doe those shadowes tread; |
| And to brave clearnesse all things are reduc'd. |
| So whilst our infant loves did grow, |
| Disguises did, and shadowes, flow, |
| From us, and our cares; but, now 'tis not so. |
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| That love hath not attain'd the high'st degree, |
| Which is still diligent lest others see.
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[CW: Except] |