SOULS joy, when thou art gone, And I alone; Which cannot be, Because thou dost abide with me, And I depend on thee: Yet, when thou dost suppresse The cheerfulnesse Of thy abode, And in my powers not stirre abroad, But leave me to my load; O what a damp and shade Doth me invade! No stormie night Can so afflict, or so affright, As thy eclipsed light. Ah, Lord! do not withdraw, Lest want of aw Make sinne appeare; And, when thou dost but shine lesse cleare, Say that thou art not here. And then what life I have, (While Sinne doth rave, And falsly boast, That I may seek, but thou art lost,) Thou, and alone thou, know'st. O what a deadly cold Doth me infold! I half beleeve That Sinne says true: but, while I grieve, Thou com'st, and dost relieve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BIRTHDAY LINES TO AGNES BAILLIE by JOANNA BAILLIE THE GHOSTS' MOONSHINE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE DIVAGATOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD TO THE APENNINES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |