What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde, Unless it in thy very Person see, Infinity and Finity Conjoyn'd? What! hath thy Godhead, as not satisfi'de, Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride? Oh, Matchless Love! Filling Heaven to the brim! O're running it: all running o're beside This World! Nay, Overflowing Hell, wherein For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide! That there our Veans might through thy Person bleed, To quench those flames, that else would on us feed. Oh! that thy love might overflow my Heart! To fire the same with Love: for Love I would. But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke! My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold? In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See! Lord, blow the coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |