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 .
