OH that I knew how all thy lights combine, And the configurations of their glorie! Seeing not only how each verse doth shine, But all the constellations of the storie. This verse marks that, and both do make a motion Unto a third, that ten leaves off doth lie; Then as dispersed herbs do match a potion, These three make up some Christians destinie. Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good, And comments on thee: for in ev'ry thing Thy words do finde me out, and parallels bring, And in another make me understood. Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse: This book of starres lights to eternall blisse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING ARCHEANASSA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE SCHOLAR OF HIS OWN PUPIL; THIRD IDYLLIUM by BION THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE |