SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night,
Environ me with darkness, whilst I write ;
Shadow that hell unto me, which alone
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Astounding! I could have been reading Mark Anthony's impassioned speech...this work is so passion packed and unrelentingly forceful. Long yes. But that adds to its grandeur. What a cry from the heart! Those guys in this poets time....to learn from.
i so relate to the ache that runs though the poem, that animates it. i'm reminded in the first part of this poem of the warning from the song of songs—don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time is ripe. love transforms us, but oh the deep ache, the yearning, there is in it. -gk
What beauty in the way John Donne likens their love to the four seasons. 'And autumn, what our golden harvests were'
So emotional expressed...nice write