Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which is my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive those sins through which I run
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Wilt thou forgive that sin by which I've won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread I shall perish on the shore;
Swear by thy self, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore!
And, having done that, thou hast done,
I fear no more.
-John Donne
1 comment:
This is one of my mom's favorite poems. Note the pun on done/Donne.
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