My all Deare Lord, I fain would thee adore But finde my Pen and Inke too faint to do't. And all my Praise with which my heart runs ore Unto thyself is but a poor dull note, That thou in thy great love thy blesst Delight Should set upon thy Spouse and to such hight. Them thou here thus dost Court saying even thus, Like to a piece of a Choice Pomegranate Thy Temples shine and glaze thy Cheeks that blush, With their Arteriall heart blood, modest state, Whose Vitall heate and Spirits in these pipes Make peart thy Countenance in gracious plites. Th'Arteriall pipes that from thy heart do run Conveigh unto thy Temples the best Cheare Of Hearty Spirits that to thy Temples come, And dy them like a pomegranate looks cleare, And make thy Cheeks to ware a Scarlet Maske Of Modest blushes, on thy Cheeks well dasht. Thy Countenance hence is the Looking Glass Into thy heart wherein in cleare cleare shapes Appear doth Choice Humility that doth pass Most Currant coin in Graces Markets, Mates. These pomegranated Temples exercise A contemplation of a Spirituall Guise. A Spirituall Beauty on the Spouse hence flames Thats Emblemized by the Pomegranate Unto us on the temples by its grains Wearing a scarlet dy upon their Shape All holding out a Spirituall Beauty fresh And Chiefly to Christ's Eye in loveliness. My Lord my Temples pomegranate make thus That I may ware this Holy Modesty Upon my Face maskt with thy Graces blush, That never goes without Humility. Thy lovely object then all grace shall bee Shall Humbly sing forth graces notes to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE |