All kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun itself, which makes times as they pass,
Is elder by a year, now, than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw;
Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
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Original Citation
Donne, John. "The Anniversary." Songs and Sonnets. London, 1633, st. 1, I. 1.
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Current Citation
Donne, John. "The Anniversary." Selected Poems. Penguin Classics, 2007, st. 1, I. 1.
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