Nox Oculis John Donne Satires , 1595-1598 ; la Litanie , 1611 ; les Anniversaires , 1611-1612 ; le Nocturne , 1612 ; les An Anatomy of the World : the First Anniversary (extraits) When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
(For who is sure he hath a soul, unless
It see, and judge, and follow worthiness,
And by deeds praise it? He who doth not this,
May lodge an inmate soul, but 'tis not his)
When that queen ended here her progress time,
And, as t'her standing house, to heaven did climb,
Where loath to make the saints attend her long,
She's now a part both of the choir, and song ;
This world, in that great earthquake languished ; For in a common bath of tears it bled, Which drew the strongest vital spirits out ; But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt, Whether the world did lose, or gain in this, (Because since now no other way there is, But goodness, to see her, whom all would see, All must endeavour to be good as she) This great consumption to a fever turn'd | |
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