My Glorious Lord. What shall thy Spouse, descry That flaming, Glorious Beauty, Rich, Divine, Before mine Eyes? And shall my heart out cry Where's thy Beloved gone hence with his Shine? That I may seeke him or shall she me sham, When saying; to his garden which I am? This Garden which he's gone to can it bee Thyselfe thou fairest of all Women kinde Can he go from, and yet abide with thee? It must be so, if th'Garden's his designd. It rather shews where his he entertains Than th'Sense that saith, and that unsaith the same. Garden delights when he therein descends He makes his entertainments sweet for all, These dainty Dishes disht up for Choice friends Who enter there attendents to his Call. Eyesight Delights and blushy Rosey Flowers Clouds aromatick lodge in our Warm Towers. Heart Ravishments: Delightful joyes unto The highest inchantings of Nose Eares and Eyes With spirituall tunes, Perfumes and Beauties show Enriched all with all Celestiall joyes, The sweet sweet Gales of the sweet spirits sweet Air With which Clouds aromatick can't compare. Lord! let thy Holy Spirit take my hand And opening thy Graces garden doore Lead mee into the Same that I well fan'd May by thy Holy Spirit bee all ore And make my Lungs thy golden Bagpipes right Filld with this precious Aire, thy praises pipe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM AT CLIFTON by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |