The Anniversary

John Donne

 
All kings, and all their favourites,
    All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,
Is elder by a year now than it was
When thou and I first one another saw.
All other things to their destruction draw,
    Only our love hath no decay;
This no to-morrow hath, nor yesterday;
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
    Two graves must hide thine and my corse;
    If one might, death were no divorce.
Alas! as well as other princes, we
—Who prince enough in one another be—
Must leave at last in death these eyes and ears,
Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears;
    But souls where nothing dwells but love
—All other thoughts being inmates—then shall prove
This or a love increasèd there above,
When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove.
    And then we shall be throughly blest;
    But now no more than all the rest.
Here upon earth we're kings, and none but we
Can be such kings, nor of such subjects be.
Who is so safe as we? where none can do
Treason to us, except one of us two.
    True and false fears let us refrain,
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore; this is the second of our reign.
 

Poems by This Author

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
Air and Angels by John Donne
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Ascension by John Donne
Salute the last, and everlasting day
At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnet 7) by John Donne
At the round earth's imagin'd corners
Batter my heart, three person'd God (Holy Sonnet 14) by John Donne
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
Break of Day by John Donne
Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne
Since I am coming to that Holy room
Lovers' Infiniteness by John Donne
If yet I have not all the love
The Apparition by John Donne
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
The Baite by John Donne
Come live with mee, and bee my love,
The Good-Morrow by John Donne
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
The Sun Rising by John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun
To His Mistress Going to Bed by John Donne
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy
To Sir Henry Wotton by John Donne
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls


Further Reading

Poems for Anniversaries
A Man Meets a Woman in the Street
by Randall Jarrell
Couple Sharing a Peach
by Molly Peacock
Earth Tremors Felt in Missouri
by Mona Van Duyn
Francesco and Clare
by David St. John
I Married You
by Linda Pastan
Let Me Disappear
by Ray Gonzalez
Looking Back in My Eighty-First Year
by Maxine Kumin
Man and Wife
by Robert Lowell
My Wife
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Orpheus
by Robert Kelly
The Anniversary
by Elaine Terranova
The Elephant is Slow to Mate
by D.H. Lawrence
The Storm
by Theodore Roethke
The Sympathies of the Long Married
by Robert Bly
To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet
Poems about the Sun