THE SUN

THE SUN

John Donne

The sun that  shines all day  so bright ‘

I wonder where he  goes  at night .

He sinks  behind a  distant hill

And  all the  world  grows  dark and  still’

And then  I go to bed  and sleep

Until the  day  begins to peep .

And when my eyes  enclose ‘I  see

The sun is  shinning down on me .

While  we are  fast  asleep  in bed The writer

The sun  must  go , I’ve  heard It said ,

To other  countries far away ,

To make them warm and bright and gay .

I do not  know – but hope the  sun ,

When  all its  nightly  work is done ,

Will not  forget to come again 

And  wake me through the  window – pane .