Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begotA constant habit; that when I would notI change in vows, and in devotion
As humorous is my
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
ME, we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ; Come lift up our loftier song,
And wake the sun that lies too long
To all our world of well-stol'n joy He slept, and dreamt of no such thing,
While we found...
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me
‘Elder father, though thine eyes Shine with hoary mysteries, Canst thou tell what in the heart Of a cowslip blossom lies
‘Smaller than all lives that be, Secret as the deepest sea, Stands a little house of seeds, Like an elfin’s granary
...
At the round earth's imagined corners
Your trumpets, angels, and arise,
From death, you numberless
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,