Lord dub my tongue with a new tier of Words More comprehensive far than my dull Speech That I may dress thy Excellency Lord In Languague welted with Emphatick reech. Thou art my King: my Heart thy Table make And sit thereat untill my Spicknard wake. My Garden Knot drawn out most curiously By thy brave hand set with the bravest Slips Of Spicknard: Lavender that thence may fly Their Wealthy Spirits from their trunks and tips. That Spicknard Oyle, and Oyle of Spike most sweet May muskify thy Palace with their Reeke. Then sit at thy round Table with delight And feast in mee, untill my Spicknard bloome, And Crown thy head with Odour-Oyle rich bright And croud thy Chamber with her sweet perfume. The Spicknard in my knot then flourish will: And frindge thy Locks with odour it doth still. And when thou at thy Circuite Table sitst Thine Ordinances, Lord, to greet poor hearts Such Influences from thyselfe thou slipst And make their Spicknard its sweet Smell impart. So make my Lavender to spring, and sent. In such attire her Spirits ever tent. And as thou at thy Table sitst to feast Thy Guests there at, Thy Supper, Lord, well drest, Let my sweet Spicknard breath most sweet, at least Those Odours that advance thy Glory best. And make my heart thine Alabaster Box Of my Rich Spicknard to perfume thy locks. If this thou grant, (and grant thou this I pray) And sit my King at thy rich table thus, Then my Choice Spicknard shall its Smell display, That sweetens mee and on thee sweet doth rush. My Songs of Praise too sweeten'd with this fume Shall scale thine Eares in Spicknardisick Tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE QUILTING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |