Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 165, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Heart sick my lord heart sick of love to thee!
Last Line: Thy it accepting makes my sick love sing.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Heart sick my Lord heart sick of Love to thee!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * pain'd in Love oh see
Its parchments ready to crack, it was so free.
It so affects true love * * * * * * * * * * * *
As taken * * * * sends my Lords pledge
But seeing its so small and hence not fledge,

It hates confinement, can't confine its Love
It sends to thee, disdains an Hidebound gift.
But ever doth esteem great Love to move
Unto thyself my Lord, from all else rifts
All hatcht in heaven of an heavenly Egge
The Holy Ghost layd there in'ts feather bed.

If it be hatcht in Heaven, and thence brought
Back in the bill of th'brightest Angel there
My heart would feare it was but stolen, and caught
Thence and me given, unfit for thee most deare.
The Holy Spirits Egg hatcht in this nest
Would onely bee a gift, of Gifts the best.

I do bewaile my heart hath little of this
Thee to assail therewith, but oh the Smell
Of such a gift, that thou art pleast with, yes.
Hence hope there's Something in't will please thee well.
Hence Lord accept of this, reject the rest.
I grudg my heart if it send not thee th'best.

Had I but better thou shouldst better have.
I nought withold from thee through nigerdliness,
But better than my best I cannot save
From any one, but bring my best to thee.
If thou acceptst my sick Loves gift I bring
Thy it accepting makes my sick Love sing.





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