The Blossome
John Donne
1572 to 1631
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Practise may make her know some other part,
Subtile to plague thy selfe, wilt say,
That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
There, to another friend, whom wee shall finde
Little think'st thou,
Well then, stay here; but know,
Meet mee at London, then,
Then if I had staid still with her and thee.
Little think'st thou
I would give you
Here lyes my businesse, and here I will stay:
Must with this Sunne, and mee a journey take.
Mee fresher, and more fat, by being with men,
Whom I have watch'd sixe or seaven dayes,
As glad to have my body, as my minde.
That thou to morrow, ere that Sunne doth wake,
But take my word, shee doth not know a Heart.
Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost;
To your eyes, eares, and tongue, and every part.
To morrow finde thee falne, or not at all.
Little think'st thou poore heart
Know thee for one?
How shall shee know my heart; or having none,
And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee?
That labour'st yet to nestle thee,
Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see
But thou which lov'st to bee
And hop'st her stiffenesse by long siege to bow:
If then your body goe, what need you a heart?
For Gods sake, if you can, be you so too:
Various content
You goe to friends, whose love and meanes present
And seene thy birth, and seene what every houre
When thou hast stayd and done thy most;
And think'st by hovering here to get a part
Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,
In a forbidden or forbidding tree,
Little think'st thou, poore flower,