Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
    Hither I come to seek the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
    Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But O ! self-traitor, I do bring
    The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
And can convert manna to gall ;
    And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.



John Donne - Twickenham Garden

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