The Holy Sonnets Of John Donne, Op. 35: Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Lov'd
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Since she whom I lov'd hath pay'd her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her Soule early into Heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
Here the admyring her my mind did whett
To seeke thee God; so streams do shew their head;
But though I have found thee and thou my thirst hast fed,
A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett,
But why should I begg more love, when as thou
Dost wooe my soul for hers: off'ring all thine:
And dost not only feare lest I allow
My love to Saints and Angels, things divine,
But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
1, yea, Devill putt thee out.
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her Soule early into Heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
Here the admyring her my mind did whett
To seeke thee God; so streams do shew their head;
But though I have found thee and thou my thirst hast fed,
A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett,
But why should I begg more love, when as thou
Dost wooe my soul for hers: off'ring all thine:
And dost not only feare lest I allow
My love to Saints and Angels, things divine,
But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
1, yea, Devill putt thee out.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.99] Since she whom I lov'd hath pay'd her last debt
[00:19.08] To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
[00:38.00] And her Soule early into Heaven ravished,
[00:59.69] Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
[01:20.47] Here the admyring her my mind did whett
[01:31.34] To seeke thee God; so streams do shew their head;
[01:45.89] But though I have found thee and thou my thirst hast fed,
[01:54.89] A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett,
[02:04.83] But why should I begg more love, when as thou
[02:17.40] Dost wooe my soul for hers: off'ring all thine:
[02:30.16] And dost not only feare lest I allow
[02:37.39] My love to Saints and Angels, things divine,
[02:45.57] But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
[02:59.99] 1, yea, Devill putt thee out.
[03:33.34]
[00:19.08] To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
[00:38.00] And her Soule early into Heaven ravished,
[00:59.69] Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.
[01:20.47] Here the admyring her my mind did whett
[01:31.34] To seeke thee God; so streams do shew their head;
[01:45.89] But though I have found thee and thou my thirst hast fed,
[01:54.89] A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett,
[02:04.83] But why should I begg more love, when as thou
[02:17.40] Dost wooe my soul for hers: off'ring all thine:
[02:30.16] And dost not only feare lest I allow
[02:37.39] My love to Saints and Angels, things divine,
[02:45.57] But in thy tender jealousy dost doubt
[02:59.99] 1, yea, Devill putt thee out.
[03:33.34]