A Song

by Richard Crashaw


Original Language English

Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace
Sends up my soul to seek thy face.
Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,
I dy in love's delicious Fire.
     O love, I am thy Sacrifice.
Be still triumphant, blessed eyes.
Still shine on me, fair suns! that I
Still may behold, though still I dy.

     Though still I dy, I live again;
Still longing so to be still slain,
So gainfull is such losse of breath.
I dy even in desire of death.
     Still live in me this loving strife
Of living Death and dying Life.
For while thou sweetly slayest me
Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee.

-- from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs

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Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty The Oxford Book of Mystical Verse Metaphysical Poetry: (Penguin Classics) Teresa of Avila: The Progress of a Soul Metaphysical Poetry: An Anthology (Dover Thrift Edition)





A Song