JORDAN RIVER
The feast with gluttonous delays
Is eaten...
...night is come; and yet we see
Formalities retarding thee....
A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said,
Should vanish from her clothes into her bed,
As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied.
But now she's laid; what though she be?
Yet there are more delays, for where is he?
He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere;
First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere.
Let not this day, then, but this night be thine;
Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.
JOHN DONNE: An Epithalamion on the
Lady Elizabeth and Count Palatine.
Peter, dispensing soup and pâté and quails from a curious harlequin assortment of Mr. Noakes's crockery, had said to Bunter:
"We'll do our own waiting. For God's sake get yours
