Quotation by John Donne

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
John Donne (1572–1631), British poet. At the round earth's imagined corners (Holy Sonnets) (l. 1–4). . .

The Complete English Poems [John Donne]. A. J. Smith, ed. (1971) Penguin Books.
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