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The Relic

by John Donne
                  When my grave is broke up again
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The Relic

by John Donne
                  When my grave is broke up again
                  Some second guest to entertain,
                  —For graves have learn'd that woman-head,
                  To be to more than one a bed—
                        And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
                        Will he not let us alone,
And think that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their souls at the last busy day
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
                  If this fall in a time, or land,
                  Where mass-devotion doth command,
                  Then he that digs us up will bring
                  Us to the bishop or the king,
                        To make us relics; then
Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
                        A something else thereby;
All women shall adore us, and some men.
And, since at such time miracles are sought,
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.
                  First we loved well and faithfully,
                  Yet knew not what we loved, nor why;
                  Difference of sex we never knew,
                  No more than guardian angels do;
                        Coming and going we
Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals;
                        Our hands ne'er touch'd the seals,
Which nature, injured by late law, sets free.
These miracles we did; but now alas!
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was.

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