WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;
For I have more.
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sins their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done;
For I have more.
I have a sin of fear, that when I've spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by Thyself that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as He shines now and heretofore:
And having done that, Thou hast done;
I fear no more.
About the poet |
John Donne |
By the same poet |
A Burnt Ship |
The Flea |
The Sun Rising |
The Apparition |
Lovers’ Infiniteness |
The Good-Morrow |
The Relic |
A Lame Begger |
Stay, O Sweet |
That Time and Absence proves Rather helps than hurts to loves |
Death |
Song |
The Ecstasy |
The Dream |
The Funeral |
Related books |
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