John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896.
Appendix A. Doubtful PoemsSun, Begone
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We can kiss without thee;
Lovers hate that golden ray
Which thou bear’st about thee.
Or the sailor flying:
Our embraces need no morrow,
Nor our kisses eyeing.
For thy soon betraying;
Or condemn thee for a spy,
If thou find’st us playing.
Where there’s need of lending:
Our affections are not ashes,
Nor our pleasures ending.
We could stay thee by us;
Or but one another’s sphere,
Then thou shouldst not fly us.
Go to sea and slumber;
Darkness only lends us leisure
Our stolen joys to number.