WHAT'S this Morns bright Eye to Me, Yf I see not thine, & Thee, Fairer JESU; in whose Face All my Heavn is spred! Alas Still I grovel in dead Night, Whilst I want thy living Light; Still I sleep, although I wake, And in this vain Sleep I Talk, Dreaming with wide open eyes, Fond fantastik Vanities. Shine, my onely Daystarr, shine: So mine Eyes shall wake by Thine; So the Dreams I grope in now To clear Visions shall grow; So my Day shall measured be By thy Graces Claritie; So shall I discern the Path Thy sweet Law prescribed hath; For thy Wayes cannot be shown By any Light, but by @3thine own.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPAIN IN AMERICA by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HUMAN PLEASURE OR PAIN by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |