The Sun Rising
John Donne
1572 to 1631
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Busy old fool, unruly sun,
In that the world's contracted thus.
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
She's all states, and all princes, I,
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Why shouldst thou think?
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Why dost thou thus,
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
Nothing else is.