Richard Crashaw

THY restless feet now cannot go
For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
They swim, alas! in their own flood?Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,…

Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible
That shall command my heart and me:
Where'er she lie,

HAIL, sister springs,
Parents of silver-footed rills!
Ever bubbling things,
Thawing crystal, snowy hills!…

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies to day…

Persuading her to resolution in religion, and
Render herself without further delay into the Communion of the Catholic
What Heaven-entreated heart is this,
Stands trembling at the gate of bliss?

Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this his sacrifice.…

Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee
So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought
So much a thing of naught?Love is too kind, I see, and can…

WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day;
We saw Thine eyes break from the East,
And chase the trembling shades away:

О сестры - две струи,
Серебристо-быстрый бег воды,
Вечные ручьи,
С гор потоки! Тающие льды!…

Below the bottom of the great Abyss,
There where one centre reconciles all things,
The world's profound heart pants; there placed
Mischief's old Master! close about him clingsA curled knot of embracing snakes, that

Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land,
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand :
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave ;
The other cast away, she only gave.

LO here a little volume, but great Book
A nest of new-born sweets;
Whose native fires disdaining
To ly thus folded, and complaining

Two went to pray?
O rather say   One went to brag, th' other to pray:
One stands up close and treads on high,   Where th' other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God's altar trod,   The other to the altar's God.

Love's Sacrifice, and the Broken Heart.
Thou cheat'st us,
Ford, mak'st one seem two by art ;
What is love's sacrifice but the broken heart ?

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.

Know you, fair, on what you look ?
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this His sacrifice.

Hail, sister springs,
Parents of silver-footed rills!
Ever bubbling things,
Thawing crystal, snowy hills!

Now westward Sol had spent the richest
Of noon's high glory, when, hard by the
Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat,
Under protection of an oak, there satA sweet lute's master :  in whose gentle

O
OU undaunted daughter of desires!
By all thy dower of lights and fires;
By all the eagle in thee, all the dove;

I would be married, but I'd have no wife ;
I would be married to a single life.

Each blest drop on each blest limb,
Is wash't itself, in washing Him :'Tis a gem while it stays here ;
While it falls hence 'tis a tear.

To see both blended in one flood,
The mothers’ milk, the children’s blood,
Makes me doubt if heaven will gather
Roses hence, or lilies rather.

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ?  why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear ?  troth 'tis a mighty rate.