John Donne Selected Poems-2

THE FLEA.

MARK but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou de me is ;

It suckd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou knowst that this ot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamperd swells with one blood made of two ;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, were met,

And cloisterd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innoce?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suckd from thee?

Yet thou triumphst, and sayst that thou

Findst not thyself nor me the weaker now.

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