“The Apparition”
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead And that thou think’st thee free From all solicitation from me, […]
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead And that thou think’st thee free From all solicitation from me, […]
Salute the last and everlasting day, Joy at the uprising of this sun, and son, Ye whose true tears, or tribulation Have purely washed, or burnt your drossy clay; […]
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. […]
Wilt thou love God, as he thee! Then digest, My soule, this wholsome meditation, How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy breast. […]
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb, Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment, There He hath made Himself to His intent Weak enough, now into the world to come; But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room? Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient, Stars and wise men will travel to [...]