Oh could I tell ye surely would believe it! Oh could I only say what I have seen! How should I tell or how can ye receive it, How, till he bringeth you where I have been? Therefore, o Lord, I will not fail nor falter, Nay but I ask it, nay but I desire, Lay on my lips thine embers of the altar, Seal with the sting and furnish with the fire; Give me a voice, a cry and a complaining,— Oh let my sound be stormy in their ears! Throat that would shout but cannot stay for straining, Eyes that would weep but cannot wait for tears. Quick in a moment, infinite for ever, Send an arousal better than I pray, Give me a grace upon the faint endeavour, Souls for my hire and Pentecost to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 46 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH COLUMBUS, THE DISCOVERER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE STAGG AT BAY by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |