John Donne’s 'The Computation': A Poignant Reflection on Love and Loss 💔

For the first twenty years since yesterday <br /> I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; <br /> For forty more I fed on favors past, <br /> And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last. <br /> Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two, <br /> A thousand, I did neither think nor do, <br /> Or not divide, all being one thought of you, <br /> Or in a thousand more forgot that too. <br /> Yet call not this long life, but think that I <br /> Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die?<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-computation/