Poems of Love & Friendship by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Arcturus Publishing Limited

To His Mistress Going To Bed

Come madam, come, all rest my powers defy;

Until I labour, I in labour lie.

The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight,

Is tired with standing, though he never fight.

Off with that girdle, like heaven’s zone glittering,

But a far fairer world encompassing.

Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear,

That th’ eyes of busy fools may be stopp’d there.

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime

Tells me from you that now it is bed-time.

Off with that happy busk, which I envy,

That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.

Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals,

As when from flowery meads th’ hill’s shadow steals.

Off with your wiry coronet, and show

The hairy diadem which on you doth grow.

Off with your hose and shoes; then softly tread

In this love’s hallow’d temple, this soft bed.

In such white robes heaven’s angels used to be

Revealed to men; thou, angel, bring’st with thee

A heaven-like Mahomet’s paradise; and though

Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know

By this these angels from an evil sprite;

Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go

Before, behind, between, above, below.

O, my America, my Newfoundland,

My kingdom, safest when with one man mann’d,

My mine of precious stones, my empery;

How blest am I in this discovering thee!

To enter in these bonds, is to be free;

Then, where my hand is set, my seal shall be.

Full nakedness ! All joys are due to thee;

As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be

To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use

Are like Atlanta’s ball cast in men’s views;

That, when a fool’s eye lighteth on a gem,

His earthly soul may covert theirs, not them:

Like pictures, or like books’ gay coverings made

For laymen, are all women thus array’d.

Themselves are mystic books, which only we

— Whom their imputed grace will dignify —

Must see reveal’d. Then, since that I may know,

As liberally as to thy midwife show

Thyself; cast all, yea, this white linen hence;

There is no penance much less innocence:

To teach thee, I am naked first; why then,

What needst thou have more covering than a man?

JOHN DONNE

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