Dia Poemata Poetick Feet Standing Upon Holy Ground: Or, Verses on certain Texts of Scripture. With Epigrams, &c. By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys] |
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[My Lungs are worn with Groaning; often Moans] |
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[My Lungs are worn with Groaning; often Moans]
I am weary with my groaning, all the night make I
my bed to swim, I water my Couch with my tears.
Psal. 6 6.
My Lungs are worn with Groaning; often Moans
Infect my Breath; my very words turn groans.
Drawn through (that Pipe, so blown with sighs) my Throat,
Their sound is tainted with a dolefull note.
My Panting heart breathes after some reliefe;
But still 'tis Heavy, through the weight of Griefe.
It weeps, so Stony, its own Misery,
Like (Sorrows Emblem) stupid NIOBE.
This Rock vields (Teary) water, smote by th' Rod
Of Moses Teacher, our, and Moses God.
In silent night, when clos'd eyes look for rest,
I hear the out-cryes of a troubled breast:
Then Clouds of Melancholy (by th'wind of Fears
Blown to and fro) drop into Showrs of Tears;
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Polluted by beholding Vanity.
I make my bed to swim with Tears) as tho
'Twere Charons Boat, tost on the Floud of woe.
My Body thus, and soule (at once) want-light;
The one Black Fate orewhelmes, the other Night.
Wretch that I am! nothing quite vanquisheth
These I wins of Darknesse, but the Day of Death.
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