Song

Here's something for you people to read and think about. It's some old song from a book i've been reading (and a very good book it is). Here goes:

Go, and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me, where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids sing,
Or keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'est born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
Nowhere
Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet,
Yet do not, I would not go,
Thou at next door we might meet,
Thou she were true when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

- John Donne, 1572-1631

Read it carefully and tell me what you think it means. I don't know what happened to my tag board so just post a comment on the comment portion if you want. If not, then just read it for your enjoyment. Have fun, but don't crack your head on it.