John Donne

Holy Sonnet 14

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow,burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your "viceroy" in me, me should defend, "gov in your stead"
But is captivated, and proves weak or untrue.
Yeat dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break me that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.