10 September 2012

Break of Day

For some odd reason, this poem has been running in my head since last Saturday. A grade three poem my mom made me memorize for class, that has remained with me for almost two decades. 

Break of Day
by John Donne

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.

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