Elegy IX: The Autumnal by John Donne
By John Donne
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape, This doth but counsel, yet you cannot 'scape. If 'twere a shame to love, here 'twere no shame, Affection here takes Reverence's name. Were her first years the Golden Age; that's true, But now she's gold oft tried, and ever new. That was her torrid and inflaming time, This is her tolerable Tropique clime. Fair eyes, who asks more heat than comes from hence, He in a fever wishes pestilence.
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"No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace..."
"Elegy IX: The Autumnal" by John Donne is a sad and love and deep and nature english poem consisting of 51 lines. This English poem by John Donne demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face....", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Donne's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.