ELEGY XIX: TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED
By John Donne
- License my roving hands, and let them go
- Before, behind, between, above, below.
- O my America! my new-found-land,
- My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
- My mine of precious stones, my empery,
- How blest am I in this discovering thee!
- To enter in these bonds is to be free;
- Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
