Poems
16.03.2010 / 01.45 am
 
by Henry Vaughan
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1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
2 And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds!
3 All the long hours
4 Of night, and rest,
5 Through the still shrouds
6 Of sleep, and clouds,
7 This dew fell on my breast;
8 Oh, how it bloods
9 And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings
10 And hymning circulations the quick world
11 Awakes and sings;
12 The rising winds
13 And falling springs,
14 Birds, beasts, all things
15 Adore him in their kinds.
16 Thus all is hurl'd
17 In sacred hymns and order, the great chime
18 And symphony of nature. Prayer is
19 The world in tune,
20 A spirit voice,
21 And vocal joys
22 Whose echo is heav'n's bliss.
23 O let me climb
24 When I lie down! The pious soul by night
25 Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said
26 To shed their light
27 Under some cloud,
28 Yet are above,
29 And shine and move
30 Beyond that misty shroud.
31 So in my bed,
32 That curtain'd grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide
33 My lamp and life, both shall in thee abide.


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The World

1 I saw Eternity the other night,
2 Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
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Friends Departed

They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
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The Timber

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,
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An Arab Love-song

The hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright
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Sweet Content

ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
   O sweet content!
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The Awakening

The Soul, of late a lovely sleeping child,
Spreads sudden wings and stands in radiant guise,
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It Is Not Beauty I Demand

It is not Beauty I demand,
A crystal brow, the moon's despair,
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A Job For Mcguinness

Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this
With its chances for work - and enjoyment
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