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Elegy IX: The Autumnal Analysis



Author: poem of John Donne Type: poem Views: 34

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No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace

As I have seen in one autumnall face.

Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape,

This doth but counsel, yet you cannot 'scape.

If 'twere a shame to love, here 'twere no shame,

Affection here takes Reverence's name.

Were her first years the Golden Age; that's true,

But now she's gold oft tried, and ever new.

That was her torrid and inflaming time,

This is her tolerable Tropique clime.

Fair eyes, who asks more heat than comes from hence,

He in a fever wishes pestilence.

Call not these wrinkles, graves; if graves they were,

They were Love's graves; for else he is no where.

Yet lies not Love dead here, but here doth sit

Vowed to this trench, like an Anachorit.



And here, till hers, which must be his death, come,

He doth not dig a grave, but build a tomb.

Here dwells he, though he sojourn ev'ry where,

In progress, yet his standing house is here.

Here, where still evening is; not noon, nor night;

Where no voluptuousness, yet all delight

In all her words, unto all hearers fit,

You may at revels, you at counsel, sit.

This is Love's timber, youth his under-wood;

There he, as wine in June enrages blood,

Which then comes seasonabliest, when our taste

And appetite to other things is past.

Xerxes' strange Lydian love, the Platane tree,

Was loved for age, none being so large as she,

Or else because, being young, nature did bless

Her youth with age's glory, Barrenness.

If we love things long sought, Age is a thing

Which we are fifty years in compassing;

If transitory things, which soon decay,

Age must be loveliest at the latest day.

But name not winter-faces, whose skin's slack;

Lank, as an unthrift's purse; but a soul's sack;

Whose eyes seek light within, for all here's shade;

Whose mouths are holes, rather worn out than made;

Whose every tooth to a several place is gone,

To vex their souls at Resurrection;

Name not these living deaths-heads unto me,

For these, not ancient, but antique be.

I hate extremes; yet I had rather stay

With tombs than cradles, to wear out a day.

Since such love's natural lation is, may still

My love descend, and journey down the hill,

Not panting after growing beauties so,

I shall ebb out with them, who homeward go.






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