My Noble Lord, thy Nothing Servant I Am for thy sake out with my heart, that holds, So little Love for such a Lord: I Cry . . . . . . How should I be but angry thus to see My Heart so hidebound in her Acts to thee? Thou art a Golden Theame: but I am lean, A Leaden Oritor upon the same. Thy Golden Web excells my Dozie Beam: Whose Linsy-Wolsy Loom deserves thy blame. Its all defild, unbiasst too by Sin: An hearty Wish for thee's scarce shot therein. It pitties mee who pitty Cannot show, That such a Worthy Theame abusd should bee. I am undone, unless thy Pardons doe Undoe my Sin I did, undoing mee. My Sins are greate, and grieveous ones, therefore Carbuncle Mountains can't wipe out their Score. But thou, my Lord, dost a Free Pardon bring. Thou giv'st Forgiveness: yet my heart through Sin, Hath naught but naught to file thy Gift up in. An hurden Haump doth Chafe a Silken Skin. Although I pardons beg, I scarce can see, When thou giv'st pardons, I give praise to thee. O bad at best! what am I then at worst? I want a Pardon: and when pardon'd, want A Thankfull Heart: Both which thou dost disburst. Giv'st both, or neither: for which Lord I pant. Two such good things at once! methinks I could Avenge my heart, lest it should neither hold. Lord tap mine Eyes, seing such Grace in thee, So little doth affect my Graceless Soule. And take my teares in lue of thanks of mee, New make my heart: then take it for thy tole. Thy Pardons then will make my heart to sing Its Michtam-David: With sweet joy Within. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM [ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 42. AL-JAMIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |