 | Poems (1983) |  |
[Beehold this sacred fire]
[1]
Beehold this sacred fireIn waters curstest ire
Remaines in mee
Desdaining change to see
As hee makes waters touch
His prowd inclosing my desire
And in his bosome keeps my fire
While I lament too much,
2
This lampe inflamed with loveConsumes nott yett doth move
And spends the oyle
Soe doe I waste in toile
To clime to honors high
Which with water, and the time
Doth the flame make higher clime
And soe I may rise nigh;
3
Butt while I heere admireWater, and flames conspire
Nott yeeld to mee
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Noe ease unto my burning smart
Butt extinguish fyry rays
The aulter for my loving bays
To act his lastest part;
4
Time butt an attome isLimited by powers blis
Of heavenly might
Made by eternall right
For heaven erelasting beeing
Makes eternitie the name,
And mee the attome of my flame,
Consumed, and burnt by seeing.
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