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b"J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Sunne Rising\\nby John Donne (1572 - 1631)\\n\\nBusie old foole, unruly Sunne, \\n Why dost thou thus, \\nThrough windowes, and through curtaines call on us? \\nMust to thy motions lovers seasons run? \\n Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide \\n Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices, \\n Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride, \\n Call countrey ants to harvest offices; \\nLove, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme, \\nNor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time. \\n \\n Thy beames, so reverend, and strong \\n Why shouldst thou thinke? \\nI could eclipse and cloud them with a winke, \\nBut that I would not lose her sight so long: \\n If her eyes have not blinded thine, \\n Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee, \\n Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne \\n Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee. \\nAske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, \\nAnd thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay. \\n \\n She'is all States, and all Princes, I, \\n Nothing else is. \\nPrinces doe but play us; compar'd to this, \\nAll honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie. \\n Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee, \\n In that the world's contracted thus; \\n Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee \\n To warme the world, that's done in warming us. \\nShine here to us, and thou art every where; \\nThis bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare. \\n\\n\\nFirst aired: 12 July 2007\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"