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Woman's Constancy

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

I Sit Afraid

by Max Ehrmann

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Woman's Constancy

by John Donne

Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,
Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vow?
              Or say that now
We are not just those persons, which we were?
Or, that oathes made in reverentiall feare
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forsweare?
Or, as true deaths, true maryages untie,
So lovers contracts, images of those,
Binde but till sleep, deaths image, them unloose?
              Or, your owne end to Justifie,
For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
              Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
              Which I abstaine to doe,
For by tomorrow, I may thinke so too.

I Sit Afraid

by Max Ehrmann

O world, how I have loved you!
And you have stripped me and scourged me;
Yet have I loved you,
And my heart has been full of you.
I hear you say, "Who are you
That we should care for your love?"
I answer, "I am nothing,
But I loved you."
And I answer again, "I am nothing,
But I have reached my hand to the lowest,
And I have sat with want
That the weak might be nourished,
And the lonely filled with love."
Each one of you would I have folded in my arms,
Not in the public place in view of eyes,
But on the unseen path of every day,
For my heart was full of you,
My lips blooming with wild, sweet songs at morn,
And softer strains in evening's twilight hour.
But you stripped me and scourged me.
Now silent I sit afraid.

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