by John Donne (1572 - 1631)
The computation
Language: English
For my first twenty years, since yesterday,
I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favours past,
And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last;
Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two;
A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life; but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
Text Authorship:
- by John Donne (1572 - 1631), "The computation" [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 Hale Smith (b. 1925), "The computation", published 195-? [soprano and instrumental ensemble (9 instruments)], from Two Love Songs [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-05
Line count: 10
Word count: 85