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Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and harkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
(From Poems, with Elegies on the Author's Death, 1633)
Sweetest Love, I do not go
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
Must die at last, 'tis best
Thus by feignèd death to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
Then fear not me;
O how feeble is man's power,
That, if good fortune fall,
Nor a lost hour recall.
When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st no wind,
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
That thou lov'st me as thou say'st,
Let not thy divining heart
And may thy fears fulfil;
A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER
(First published 1631)
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son Shall shine, as He shines now and heretofore: And having done that, Thou hast done;
I fear no more.
(From The Temple, 1631)
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
Only a sweet and vertuous soul,
(From the same)
When God at first made man,
So strength first made a way;
Then beautie flow'd, then wisdome, honour, pleasure;
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
'For if I should,' said He, 'Bestow this jewell also on My creature, He would adore My gifts in stead of Me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature: So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessnesse: Let him be rich and wearie, that at least, If goodnesse leade him not, yet wearinesse May tosse him to my breast.'
(From the same)
Teach me, my God and King,
Not rudely, as a beast,
A man that looks on glasse,
All may of Thee partake:
A servant with this clause
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
This is the famous stone
For that which God doth touch and own