BRIGHT spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviours face, Canst thou be any where So well as there? Yet, if thou wilt from thence depart, Take a bad lodging in my heart; For thou canst make a debter, And make it better. First with thy fire-work burn to dust Folly, and worse than folly, lust: Then with thy light refine, And make it shine. So, disengag'd from sinne and sicknesse, Touch it with thy celestial quicknesse, That it may hang and move After thy love. Then, with our trinitie of light, Motion, and heat, let's take our flight Unto the place where thou Before didst bow. Get me a standing there, and place Among the beams which crown the face Of him who dy'd to part Sinne and my heart: That so among the rest I may Glitter, and curle, and winde as they: That winding is their fashion Of adoration. Sure thou wilt joy, by gaining me, To flie home like a laden bee Unto that hive of beams And garland-streams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DARKNESS OF EGYPT by MARIA ABDY A CHARACTER OF JOHN MORT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |