Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FEAST, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O come away Last Line: And what in the next world to eat. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
O come away, Make no delay, Come while my heart is clean and steady! While Faith and Grace Adorn the place, Making dust and ashes ready. No bliss here lent Is permanent, Such triumphs poor flesh cannot merit; Short sips and sights Endear delights, Who seeks for more, he would inherit. Come then true bread, Quick'ning the dead, Whose eater shall not, cannot die, Come, antedate On me that state Which brings poor dust the victory. Aye victory Which from thine eye Breaks as the day doth from the east, When the spilt dew, Like tears doth shew The sad world wept to be released. Spring up, O wine, And springing shine With some glad message from his heart, Who did, when slain, These means ordain For me to have in him a part. Such a sure part In his blest heart, The well, where living waters spring, That with it fed Poor dust though dead Shall rise again, and live and sing. O drink and bread Which strikes death dead, The food of man's immortal being! Under veils here Thou art my cheer, Present and sure without my seeing. How dost thou fly And search and pry Through all my parts, and like a quick And knowing lamp Hunt out each damp, Whose shadow makes me sad or sick? O what high joys! The turtle's voice And songs I hear! O quick'ning showers Of my Lord's blood, You make rocks bud And crown dry hills with wells and flowers! For this true ease, This healing peace, For this taste of living glory, My soul and all, Kneel down and fall And sing his sad victorious story. O thorny crown More soft than down! O painful Cross, my bed of rest! O spear, the key Opening the way! O thy worst state, my only best! Oh! all thy griefs Are my reliefs, And all my sins, thy sorrows were! And what can I, To this reply; What (O God!) but a silent tear? Some toil and sow, That wealth may flow, And dress this earth for next year's meat: But let me heed, Why thou didst bleed, And what in the next world to eat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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