Batter my heart, three personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breath, shine, and seek to mend
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new,
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you but, oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend;
But is captive and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be love fain;
But I am betrothed unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne
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