Lines by John Donne — Imaginary
She was so beautiful, had God but died
For her, and none beside,
Reeling with holy joy from east to west
Earth would have sunk down blest:
And, burning with bright zeal, the buoyant Sun
Cried thro' his worlds well done!
For her, and none beside,
Reeling with holy joy from east to west
Earth would have sunk down blest:
And, burning with bright zeal, the buoyant Sun
Cried thro' his worlds well done!
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