Showing posts with label Meditations XVII. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meditations XVII. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Too Many Deaf Islands Among the Tolling Bells

 

"Meditations XVII"

"No Man Is An Island"

 
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.