by John Donne

FOR my first twenty years, since yesterday,
    I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away ;
For forty more I fed on favours past,
    And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last ;
Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two ;
    A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you ;
    Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life ; but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal ; can ghosts die ?

Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I.
E. K. Chambers, ed.
London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 74-75.

to John Donne

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