by John Donne (1572 - 1631)
Little think'st thou, poor flower
Language: English
Little think'st thou, poor flower, Whom I've watch'd six or seven days, And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough, Little think'st thou, That it will freeze anon, and that I shall To-morrow find thee fallen, or not at all. Little think'st thou, poor heart, That labourest yet to nestle thee, And think'st by hovering here to get a part In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow: Little think'st thou That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake, Must with the sun and me a journey take. But thou, which lovest to be Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say, Alas ! if you must go, what's that to me? Here lies my business, and here I will stay: You go to friends, whose love and means present Various content To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part. If then your body go, what need your heart? Well then, stay here; but know, When thou hast stay'd and done thy most, A naked thinking heart, that makes no show, Is to a woman but a kind of ghost; How shall she know my heart; or having none, Know thee for one? Practice may make her know some other part, But take my word, she doth not know a heart. Meet me in London, then, Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see Me fresher and more fat, by being with men, Than if I had stay'd still with her and thee. For God's sake, if you can, be you so too: I will give you There to another friend, whom we shall find As glad to have my body as my mind.
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Confirmed with The Elegies and the Songs and Sonnets of John Donne, edited by Helen Gardner, London: Oxford University Press, 1965, pages 87-88.
Authorship:
- by John Donne (1572 - 1631), "The Blossom" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Imogen Clare Holst (1907 - 1984), "Little Thinkest Thou, Poore Flower", 1937 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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