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Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt
To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her soul early into heaven ravished,
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.
here the admiring her my mind did whet
To seek thee, God; so streams do show the head;
But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed,
a holy thristy dropsy melts me yet.
But why should I beg more love, whenas thou
Dost woo my soul, for hers offering all thine:
And dost not only fear lest I allow
My love to saints and angels, things divine,
but in they tender jealousy dost doubt
lest the world, flesh, yea, devil put thee out.
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in this poem, donne seems to ponder on the state of his relationship with God since his wife whom is a sort of connection is now dead. he seems frustrated even he know that now his gaze is set on heavenly things. he seems unsatisfied and i think even angry that God should take his wife from him.in the last two lines of the poem, he express the same fear of succumbing to the devil even if his love is to saints and angel things divine.
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