A Valediction: of weeping
John Donne
1572 to 1631
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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For thus they bee
A workeman that hath copies by, can lay
Weepe me not dead, in thine armes, but forbeare
To doe me more harme, then it purposeth;
Let not the winde
O more then Moone,
When a teare falls, that thou falst which it bore,
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow
An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
Pregnant of thee;
And by this Mintage they are something worth,
My teares before thy face, whil'st I stay here,
On a round ball
Fruits of much griefe they are, emblemes of more,
To teach the sea, what it may doe too soone;
Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare,
Let me powre forth
And quickly make that, which was nothing, All,
Who e'r sighes most, is cruellest, and hasts the others death.
So doth each teare,
For thy face coines them, and thy stampe they beare,
Which thee doth weare,
A globe, yea world by that impression grow,
Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath,