I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless night My world's both parts, and O, both parts must die. You which beyond that heaven which was most high Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write, Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might Drown my world with my weeping earnestly, Or wash it if it must be drowned no more. But O, it must be burnt! Alas, the fire Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore, And made it fouler; let their flames retire, And burn me, O Lord, with a fiery zeal Of Thee and Thy house, which doth in eating heal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY ON THE DEATH OF A CAT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |