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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
Appendix A. Doubtful Poems
Sun, Begone
WHEREFORE peep’st thou, envious Day?
    We can kiss without thee;
Lovers hate that golden ray
    Which thou bear’st about thee.
Go, and give them light that sorrow,        5
    Or the sailor flying:
Our embraces need no morrow,
    Nor our kisses eyeing.
We shall curse thy envious eye
    For thy soon betraying;        10
Or condemn thee for a spy,
    If thou find’st us playing.
Get thee gone, and lend thy flashes
    Where there’s need of lending:
Our affections are not ashes,        15
    Nor our pleasures ending.
Were we cold or wither’d here,
    We could stay thee by us;
Or but one another’s sphere,
    Then thou shouldst not fly us.        20
We are young, thou spoilst our pleasure;
    Go to sea and slumber;
Darkness only lends us leisure
    Our stolen joys to number.

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