IT cannot be. Where is that mightie joy, Which just now took up all my heart? Lord! if thou must needs use thy dart, Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy. The grosser world stands to thy word and art; But thy diviner world of grace Thou suddenly dost raise and race, And every day a new Creatour art. O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers May also fix their reverence: For when thou dost depart from hence, They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. Scatter, or binde them all to bend to thee: Though elements change, and heaven move; Let not thy higher court remove, But keep a standing majestie in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY MIDWINTER BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL PSALM 7. DOMINE DEUS MEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR FAREWELL TO CUBA by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS THE SWORD OF CASTRUCCIO CASTRACANI by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |