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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |
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| Resurrection, Imperfect. |
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| Sleep sleep old Sunne, thou canst not have repast |
| As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last; |
| Sleep then, and rest; The world may beare thy stay, |
| A better Sunne rose before thee to day, |
| Who, not content to'enlighten all that dwell |
| On the earths face, as thou, enlightned hell, |
| And made the darke fires languish in that vale, |
| As at thy presence here, our fires grow pale. |
| Whose body having walk'd on earth, and now |
| Hasting to Heaven, would, that he might allow |
| Himselfe unto all stations, and fill all, |
| For these three dayes become a minerall; |
| Hee was all gold when he lay downe, but rose |
| All tincture, and doth not alone dispose |
| Leaden and iron wils to good, but is |
| Of power to make even sinfull flesh like his. |
| Had one of those, whose credulous pietie |
| Thought, that a Soule one might discerne and see
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[CW: Goe] |