The poetical works of Thomas Traherne faithfully reprinted from the author's original manuscript together with Poems of Felicity reprinted from the Burney manuscript and Poems from Various Sources: Edited with preface and notes by Gladys I. Wade |
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My Body being Dead, my Lims unknown;Before I skild to prize
Those living Stars mine Eys,
Before my Tongue or Cheeks were to me shewn,
Before I knew my Hands were mine,
Or that my Sinews did my Members joyn,
When neither Nostril, Foot, nor Ear,
As yet was seen, or felt, or did appear;
I was within
A House I knew not, newly clothd with Skin.
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Then was my Soul my only All to me,A Living Endless Ey,
Just bounded with the Skie
Whose Power, whose Act, whose Essence was to see.
I was an Inward Sphere of Light,
Or an Interminable Orb of Sight,
An Endless and a Living Day,
A vital Sun that round about did ray
All Life, all Sence,
A Naked Simple Pure Intelligence.
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I then no Thirst nor Hunger did perceiv,No dull Necessity,
No Want was Known to me;
Without Disturbance then I did receiv
The fair Ideas of all Things,
And had the Hony even without the Stings.
A Meditating Inward Ey
Gazing at Quiet did within me lie,
And evry Thing
Delighted me that was their Heavnly King.
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For Sight inherits Beauty, Hearing Sounds,The Nostril Sweet Perfumes,
All Tastes have hidden Rooms
Within the Tongue; and Feeling Feeling Wounds
With Pleasure and Delight: but I
Forgot the rest, and was all Sight, or Ey.
Unbodied and Devoid of Care,
Just as in Heavn the Holy Angels are.
For Simple Sence
Is Lord of all Created Excellence.
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Being thus prepard for all Felicity,Not prepossest with Dross,
Nor stifly glued to gross
And dull Materials that might ruine me,
Not fetterd by an Iron Fate
With vain Affections in my Earthy State
To any thing that might Seduce
My Sence, or els bereave it of its use
I was as free
As if there were nor Sin, nor Miserie.
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Pure Empty Powers that did nothing loath,Did like the fairest Glass,
Or Spotless polisht Brass,
Themselvs soon in their Objects Image cloath.
Divine Impressions when they came,
Did quickly enter and my Soul inflame.
Tis not the Object, but the Light
That maketh Heaven; Tis a Purer Sight.
Felicitie
Appears to none but them that purely see.
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A Disentangled and a Naked SenceA Mind that's unpossest,
A Disengaged Brest,
An Empty and a Quick Intelligence
Acquainted with the Golden Mean,
An Even Spirit Pure and Serene,
Is that where Beauty, Excellence,
And Pleasure keep their Court of Residence.
My Soul retire,
Get free, and so thou shalt even all Admire.
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