[ANOTHER OF THE SAME.] [a.k.a BREAK OF DAY.] by John Donne 'TIS true, 'tis day ; what though it be? O, wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because 'twas night? Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, Should in despite of light keep us together. Light hath no tongue, but is all eye ; If it could speak as well as spy, This were the worst that it could say, That being well I fain would stay, And that I loved my heart and honour so That I would not from him, that had them, go. Must business thee from hence remove? O ! that's the worst disease of love, The poor, the foul, the false, love can Admit, but not the busied man. He which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo. Source: Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I. E. K. Chambers, ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 23. ©2003 Anniina Jokinen Rembrandt. Danaë, 1636. to Works of John Donne Site copyright ©1996-2000 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on June 22, 1998. Last updated September 8, 2003. Background by the kind permission of Stormi Wallpaper Boutique.