- John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God;
for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek
to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow
me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and
make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another
due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should
defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or
untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be
loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot
again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be
free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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