A Thousand Voices Talk: Negative Love, by John Donne
I NEVER stoop’d so low, as they
Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey ;
Seldom to them which soar no higher
Than virtue, or the mind to admire.
For sense and understanding may
Know what gives fuel to their fire ;
My love, though silly, is more brave ;
For may I miss, whene’er I crave,
If…
Posted on: Feb 9, 2012 at 3:38 PM
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