as yesterday’s
paradoxical
insights
bring my soul
to wakefulness
somehow
then becomes now
and you are here
in this garden
I hear your melody
on the southerly wind
singing gently
you affect my eyes
with
dew,like
my dark red
roses.
you affect my eyes
my eyes,
my eyes,
you affect my eyes with dew
like the dark,
dark red roses
do.

John Donne As A Metaphysical Poet | Classic English Literature Notes