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Published by: Prashant Adhikari on Jan 07, 2012
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/ Until I labour. all rest my powers defy. I in labour lie. To His Mistress Going to Bed (1633) . but it was not until the early 20th century that he was first considered a major poet. John (1572-1631) . Madam. come. .First and greatest of the English metaphysical poets. . beauty. Donne’s work was popular upon its initial (posthumous) publication.. His poems are admired for their wit.Opening lines: Come..2 Donne. and perception.

for that harmonious chime Tells me from you. not them. or like books’ gay coverings made For laymen. Now off with those shoes. License my roving hands. O my America. safeliest when with one man manned. and though Ill spirits walk in white. But a far fairer world encompassing. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear. Off with that happy busk. we easily know By this these angels from an evil sprite. Then where my hand is set. Is tired with standing though they never fight. As when from flowery meads th’ hill’s shadow steals. my new found land. and then safely tread In this love’s hallowed temple. In such white robes heaven’s angels used to be Received by men. Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow. between. That when a fool’s eye lighteth on a gem. Your gown going off. . are all women thus arrayed. Off with that girdle. all joys are due to thee As souls unbodied. To taste whole joys.3 TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED Come. Full nakedness. below. That still can be. come. but these our flesh upright. I in labour lie. thou angel bring’st with thee A heaven like Mahomet’s paradise. above. That th’ eyes of busy fools may be stopped there. Madam. Until I labour. behind. Those set our hairs. and still can stand so nigh. like heaven’s zone glistering. is to be free. How blessed am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds. and let them go Before. Like pictures. my empery. all rest my powers defy. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta’s balls. bodies unclothed must be. my seal shall be. cast in men’s views. My mine of precious stones. His earthly soul may covet theirs. Unlace yourself. that now ‘tis your bed time. this soft bed. My kingdom. such beauteous state reveals. which I envy.

To teach thee. Here is no penance. Then since I may know. which only we Whom their imputed grace will dignify Must see revealed. yea. as to a midwife.4 Themselves are mystic books. As liberally. I am naked first. THE END . this white linen hence. why then What needst thou have more covering than a man. much less innocence. show Thyself: cast all.

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