Holy Sonnet III: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again

John Donne

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O might those sighs and tears return again
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
That I might in this holy discontent
Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in vain;
In mine Idolatry what showers of rain
Mine eyes did waste! what griefs my heart did rent!
That sufferance was my sin; now I repent;
'Cause I did suffer I must suffer pain.
Th' hydropic drunkard, and night-scouting thief,
The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud
Have the remembrance of past joys for relief
Of coming ills. To (poor) me is allowed
No ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath been
Th' effect and cause, the punishment and sin.

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  • Chill

    Just got done reading John Donne's Holy Sonnet III: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again. Man, I had forgotten how emotionally intense his writing was. I remember reading this poem back when I was younger, really brings back all the feels. Donne's piece procure deeper thought and introspection than most poems.