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| Thy beams so reverend, and strong
| Why shouldst thou think ?
| I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
| But that I would not lose [his] sight so long.
| If [his] eyes have not blinded thine,
| Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
| Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
| Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
| And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."
| excerpt from The Sun Rising. John Donne.
