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To sleep without thee is to die;
In such a dark, Ægyptian border,
If joyes and hopes, and earnest throes,
Can souls be track'd by any eye
Onely this veyle which thou hast broke,
This veyle thy full-ey'd love denies,
O take it off ! make no delay ;
O take it off! or till it flee,
WHATEVER ’tis, whose beauty here below Attracts thee thus, and makes thee stream and flo
And wind and curle, and wink and smile,
Shifting thy gate and guile,
Though thy close commerce nought at all imbarrs My present search, for eagles eye not starrs;
And still the lesser by the best
And highest good is blest;
Yet, seeing all things that subsist and be
And teach us duty, I will see
What man may learn from thee.
First, I am sure, the subject so respected
Deprav’d, or dead, can have with thee
No hold nor sympathie.
Next, there's in it a restless, pure desire
Desire that never will be quench’d,
Nor can be writh'd nor wrench’d.
These are the magnets, which so strongly move And work all night upon thy light and love;
As beauteous shapes, we know not why,
Command and guide the eye.
For where desire, celestiall, pure desire,
There God a commerce states, and sheds
His secret on their heads.
This is the heart he craves; and who so will
That God is true, as herbs unseen
Put on their youth and green.
DEARE friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shade,
With other trees; but now shut from the breath
The more he grows. Celestial natures still
By flowers and carvings and mysterious skill
This is the life which, hid above with Christ
Here spirits that have run their race, and fought, And won the fight, and have not feared the frowns Nor lov’d the smiles of greatness, but have wrought Their Master's will, meet to receive their crowns.
Here is the patience of the saints : this tree
Here is their faith too, which if you will keep
Be dumb, coarse measures ; jar no more; to me
Sorrows in white; griefs tun'd; a sugerd dosis
But as for thee, whose faults long since require
Therefore, while the various showers
As leafs in bowers
Drop in their cells;
Pass thy solitary years, And going hence leave written on some tree, “Sighs make joy sure, and shaking fastens thee."