John Donne (Джон Донн)

Break of Day

STAY, O sweet, and do not rise;
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not, it is my heart,
Because that you and I must part.
  Stay, or else my joys will die
  And perish in their infancy.

1. Temple
2. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned
3. Fall of a Wall
4. Love’s Usury
5. Crucifying

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