WHAT'S this Morns bright Eye to Me, Yf I see not thine, & Thee, Fairer JESU; in whose Face All my Heavn is spred! Alas Still I grovel in dead Night, Whilst I want thy living Light; Still I sleep, although I wake, And in this vain Sleep I Talk, Dreaming with wide open eyes, Fond fantastik Vanities. Shine, my onely Daystarr, shine: So mine Eyes shall wake by Thine; So the Dreams I grope in now To clear Visions shall grow; So my Day shall measured be By thy Graces Claritie; So shall I discern the Path Thy sweet Law prescribed hath; For thy Wayes cannot be shown By any Light, but by @3thine own.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP |