Annunciation by John Donne

Salvation to all that will is nigh; / That All, which always is all everywhere, / Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, / Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, / Lo! faithful Virgin, yields Himself to lie / In prison, in thy womb; and though He there / Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He'll wear, / Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may try. / Ere by the spheres time was created thou / Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother; / Whom thou conceivest, conceived; yea, thou art now / Thy Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother. / Thou hast light in dark, and shutt'st in little room / Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb.