I am a little world made cunningly <br />Of Elements, and an Angelike spright, <br />But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night <br />My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die. <br />You which beyond that heaven which was most high <br />Have found new sphears, and of new lands can write, <br />Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might <br />Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly, <br />Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more; <br />But oh it must be burnt! alas the fire <br />Of lust and envie have burnt it heretofore, <br />And made it fouler; Let their flames retire, <br />And burne me o Lord, with a fiery zeale <br />Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-v-i-am-a-little-world/
