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On Mr G Herberts Book Entitled The Temple Sacred Poems

Know you, fair, on what you look ?

Divinest love lies in this book,

Expecting fire from your eyes,

To kindle this His sacrifice.

When your hands untie these strings,

Think you've an angel by the wings ;

One that gladly will be

To wait upon each morning sigh,

To flutter in the balmy

Of your well-perfum褠prayer.

These white plumes of His He'll lend you,

Which every day to heaven will send you ;

To take acquaintance of the sphere,

And all the smooth-faced kindred there.

And though Herbert's name do

These devotions, fairest,

That while I lay them on the

Of your white hand, they are mine.

Form: couplets 15. owe: own.

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Richard Crashaw

Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) was an English poet, teacher, High Church Anglican cleric and Roman Catholic convert, who was among t…

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