Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BRITISH CHURCH, by HENRY VAUGHAN



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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.





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