by John Donne (1572 - 1631)

Send home my long‑strayed eyes to me
Language: English 
Send home my long-strayed eyes to me, 
Which (oh) too long have dwelt on thee: 
Yet since there they have learned such ill,
   Such forced fashions,
   And false passions,
      That they be
      Made by thee
Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

Send home my harmless heart again, 
Which no unworthy thought could stain,
But if it be taught by thine
   To make jestings
   Of protestings,
      And cross both
      Word and oath,
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.

Yet send me back my heart and eyes, 
That I may know, and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy, when thou
   Art in anguish
   And dost languish
      For some one
      That will none,
Or prove as false as thou art now.

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