Dinesh's photos with the keyword: John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time … ~ "Sun rising" ~ John Donne

These three hours that we have spent Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which we ourselves produced But, now the sun is just above our head, We do those shadows tread; And to brave clearness all things are reduced. John Donne, "A Lecture upon the Shadow"