I am a little world made cunningly <br />Of elements, and an angelic sprite; <br />But black sin hath betrayed to endless 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 spheres, and of new lands can write, <br />Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might <br />Drown my world with my weeping earnestly, <br />Or wash it if it must be drowned no more: <br />But oh it must be burnt! alas the fire <br />Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore, <br />And made it fouler: Let their flames retire, <br />And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal <br />Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-v-i-am-a-little-world-made-cunningly-2/
