Holy Sonnet 4
O, my black soul, now thou art summoned
By sickness, Death's herald and champion;
Thou'rt like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
Treason, and durst not turn to whence he's fled;
Or like a thief, which till death's doom be read,
Wisheth himself deliver'd from prison,
But damn'd and haled to execution,
Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned.
Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack;
But who shall give thee that grace to begin?
O, make thyself with holy mourning black,
And red with blushing, as thou art with sin;
Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might,
That being red, it dyes red souls to white.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Also see the following:
- quotes about red
- quotes about illness
- quotes about Thanksgiving
- quotes about art
- quotes about fate
- quotes about black
- quotes about death
- quotes about beginning
- quotes about white
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