by John Donne
Falling upon one day. 1608
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
As yet, the
wound thou took'st on
friday last;
Sleepe then, and rest; The world
may beare thy stay,
A better
Sun rose before thee to day,
Who, not content to'enlighted 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 daies become a
minerall;
Hee was all gold when he lay downe, but rose
All
tincture, and doth not alone dispose
Leaden and
iron wills 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 descerne and see
Goe from a body,'at this
sepulcher been,
And, issuing from the
sheet, this body seen,
He would have justly thought this
body a
soule,
If not of any man, Yet of the whole.
Desunt c tera