Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EPITHALAMION: 8. FEASTS AND REVELLS, by JOHN DONNE


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First Line: But you are over-blest. Plenty this day
Last Line: A sunset to these weary eyes, a center to this heart.
Subject(s): Wedding Song; Epithalamium


But you are over-blest. Plenty this day
Injures; it causeth time to stay;
The tables groane, as though this feast
Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast.
And were the doctrine new
That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true;
For every part to dance and revell goes.
They tread the ayre, and fal not where they rose.
Though six houres since, the Sunne to bed did part,
The masks and banquets will not yet impart
A sunset to these weary eyes, A Center to this heart.





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