George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

Church Music - Poem by George Herbert

Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.

Now I in you without a body move,
Rising and falling with your wings:
We both together sweetly live and love,
Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings".

Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me
Sure I shall do so, and much more:
But if I travel in your company,
You know the way to heaven's door.


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  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (6/19/2014 5:15:00 AM)

    Your poems are always vividly written and this one is no exception well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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