John Donne’s Holy Sonnets | Sonnet 17: Since She Whom I Loved

Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt

To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,

And her soul early into heaven ravished,

Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.

Here the admiring her my mind did whet

To seek Thee, God; so streams do show the head;

But though I have found Thee, and Thou my thirst hast fed,

A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet.

But why should I beg more love, when as Thou

Dost woo my soul, for hers off’ring all Thine:

And dost not only fear lest I allow

My love to saints...

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