John Donne's "A Valediction Forebidding Mourning"

Link to Original Poem: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/mourning.php


A Poem Within the Poem:

Say virtuous men pass away.
Whisper to their souls. While their friends go,
say "No." Let us make noise and melt,
tear profanation of our joys,
flood sighs to tell the laity our tempests love
moving the earth.

Men reckon. It did and meant. Harms and fears
cannot admit absence. Those things
which elemented
spheres, by a love so much refined, remove
that ourselves know not what it is.
Sublunary lovers' love sense eyes, lips, and hands.
Inter-assured, our soul is sense.

I must not endure a breach. No. An airy gold
thinness moves
twin compassses. They are two.
They be two, sit stiff in the center,
hearken after

an expansion. Come home to begin.
Thy firmness misses. Make my circle
roam and run the show.