'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? <br />O wilt thou therefore rise from me? <br />Why should we rise, because 'tis light? <br />Did we lie down, because 'twas night? <br />Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither <br />Should in despite of light keep us together. <br /> <br />Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; <br />If it could speak as well as spy, <br />This were the worst that it could say - <br />That being well, I fain would stay, <br />And that I loved my heart and honour so, <br />That I would not from her, that had them, go. <br /> <br />Must business thee from hence remove? <br />Oh, that's the worst disease of love! <br />The poor, the foul, the false, love can <br />Admit, but not the busied man. <br />He which hath business, and makes love, doth do <br />Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/break-of-day/
