My Blessed Lord, how doth thy Beautious Spouse In Stately Stature rise in Comliness? With her two breasts like two little Roes that browse Among the lillies in their Shining dress Like stately milke pailes ever full and flow With spirituall milke to make her babes to grow. Celestiall Nectar Wealthier far than wine Wrought in the spirits brew house and up tund Within these Vessells which are trust up fine Likend to two pritty neate twin Roes than run'd Most pleasantly by their dams sides like Cades And suckle with their milk Christs Spirituall Babes. Lord put these nibbles then my mouth into And suckle me therewith I humbly pray, Then with this milk thy Spirituall Babe I'st grow, And these two milke pails shall themselves display Like to these pretty twins in pairs round neate And shall sing forth thy praise over this meate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 24 by THOMAS CAMPION PROLOGUE TO ABBEY'S QUIET LIFE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TILL THE WIND GETS RIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |