Send home my long stray'd eyes to me, <br />Which O too long have dwelt on thee, <br />Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, <br />Such forc'd fashions, <br />And false passions, <br />That they be <br />Made by thee <br />Fit for no good sight, keep them still. <br /> <br />Send home my worthless heart again, <br />Which no unworthy thought could stain, <br />Which if't be taught by thine <br />To make jestings <br />Of protestings, <br />And cross both <br />Word and oath, <br />Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. <br /> <br />Yet send me back my heart and eyes, <br />That I may know, and see thy lies, <br />And may laugh and joy, when thou <br />Art in anguish <br />And dost languish <br />For some one <br />That will non, <br />Or prove as false as thou art now.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-message/
