CAMELOT FANTASIES

check this one out lady Misty. I posted it at the other poetry thread also.

John Donne was simply amazing.


Song


 by John Donne

 Go and catch a falling star,
 Get with child a mandrake root,
 Tell me where all past years are,
 Or who cleft the devils foot;
 Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
 Or to keep off envy's stinging,
 And find
 What wind
 Serves to advance an honest mind.

 If thou be'st born to strange sights,
 Things invisible to see,
 Ride ten thousand days and nights
 Till Age snow white hairs on thee;
 Thou, when thou return'st wilt tell me
 All strange wonders that befell thee,
 And swear
 No where
 Lives a woman true and fair.

 If thou find'st one let me know;
 Such a pilgrimage were sweet.
 Yet do not; I would not go,
 Though at next door we might meet.
 Though she were true when you met her,
 And last, till you write your letter,
 Yet she
 Will be
 False, ere I come, to two or three.