'Tis a poem by John Donne, Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed.
License my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. O my America! my new-found-land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned, My mine of precious stones, my empery, How blest am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
weirdly possessive.... but such pretty language. Funny thing, I'm giving a class presentation about John Donne to my Lit class tomorrow morning. We were focusing on his holy sonnets and romantic poems though.
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Date: 2003-11-24 12:06 pm (UTC)License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
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Date: 2003-11-24 05:04 pm (UTC)