the bell tolls for thee

Here's another, John Donne poem ...

... the snap is of a small island on Strathclyde Loch:


No Man is an Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
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MEDITATION XVII
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
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John Donne (1572 - 1631)

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