Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BRITISH CHURCH, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah! He is fled! Last Line: Upon the mounts of spices. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
Ah! he is fled! And while these here their mists and shadows hatch, My glorious head Doth on those hills of myrrh and incense watch. Haste, haste my dear, The soldiers here Cast in their lots again, That seamless coat The Jews touched not, These dare divide and stain. 2 O get thee wings! Or if as yet (until these clouds depart, And the day springs) Thou think'st it good to tarry where thou art, Write in thy books My ravished looks, Slain flock, and pillaged fleeces, And haste thee so As a young roe Upon the mounts of spices. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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