How precious are thy thoughts my Lord, to mee! Oh that my thoughts on mee were Crystallizd, Within the same, like Gems that sparkling bee, Like Gilliads Flock of Goats by his so prizde, A precious remedy for th'Souls Distempers. A spirituall Cure on which my Soule adventures. How doth this praise thy Spouse whose Hair doth shine How like a flock of Goats that Gilliad graze And by their keepers set and Order'd fine And stately go in their slick Glory rayes, These hairs assembled like a flock in fold On Gilliads top, there feeding on to hold. Thy Gilliads top Thy Testimonies place, In Zions mount thy testimonies there Thy spirituall pasture whose frim grass is Grace. The Spouses Hairs, thy flock, feed on this Cheere. With Grace thou feedst and fatst thy flock and down Dost make them ly. And in these folds them Crown. In the High places of the City where Wisdome lifts up her Voice and food in't gives Unto the Flock upon her head and there Administers them grace that they may live. These Spirituall Hairs do ware a spirituall grace Feeding in Graces pastures thrive apace. Are these thy Spouses Curled hairs trimd fine Adorning her all in rich Graces Shine Like Gilliads Flocks that Graze her Sweet herbs prime? Make me then one of them an hair of thine, Fed in thy fold. Assemblies pure and fair With Spirituall Crisping pins adorning hair. If thou dost make mee thus one of the Hairs Even of thy Spouse and in thy 'Semblies sit Me with thy Spirits Crisping pins prepare Me as a Curled lock thy glory t'hit. I'st honour then thy Spouse and thee also As I like one of Gilliads flock do grow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 23 by ALFRED TENNYSON EPITAPHS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ECHOES OF SPRING: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND SOLOMON'S PARENTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |