WHEN first thy sweet and gracious eye Vouchsaf'd, ev'n in the midst of youth and night, To look upon me, who before did lie Weltering in sinne; I felt a sugred, strange delight, Passing all cordials made by any art, Bedew, embalme, and overrunne my heart, And take it in. Since that time, many a bitter storm My soul hath felt, ev'n able to destroy, Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm His swing and sway: But still thy sweet originall joy, Sprung from thine eye, did work within my soul, And surging griefs, when they grew bold, controll, And got the day. If thy first glance so powerfull be, A mirth but open'd and seal'd up again, What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see Thy full-ey'd love! When thou shalt look us out of pain, And one aspect of thine spend in delight More then a thousand sunnes disburse in light, In heav'n above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER WASTED FOUNTAINS by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA THREE WOMEN: FIAMMETTA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SLIPPER TIME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM THE RIDE TO CHEROKEE by AMELIA WALSTIEN JOLLS CARPENTER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE TRIUMPH OF CIVILISATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |