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Poem by John Donne


The Computation


For the first twenty years since yesterday
I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favors past,
And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.
Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two,
A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you,
Or in a thousand more forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life, but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die? 



John Donne


John Donne's other poems:
  1. The Will
  2. Fall of a Wall
  3. Temple
  4. Crucifying
  5. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned


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