With America in the headlines, Gert was reminded of these marvellous lines from John Donne’s To His Mistress, Going To Bed :
Licence my roving hands, and let them go,
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann’d,
My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
There where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
You can read the whole poem at:
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