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George Herbert - The Starre
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Bright spark, shot from a brighter place,
     Where beams surround my Saviour`s face,
          Canst thou be any where 
               So well as there?

Yet, if thou wilt from thence depart,
     Take a bad lodging in my heart;
          For thou canst make a debter,
               And make it better.

First with thy fire-work burn to dust
     Folly, and worse than folly, lust:
          Then with thy light refine,
               And make it shine.

So disengag`d from sinne and sicknesse,
     Touch it with thy celestiall quicknesse
          That it may hang and move
               After thy love.

Then with our trinitie of light,
     Motion, and heat, let`s take our flight
          Unto the place where thou
               Before didst bow.

Get me a standing there, and place
     Among the beams, which crown the face
          Of him, who dy`d to part
               Sinne and my heart:

That so among the rest I may
     Glitter, and curle, and winde as they:
          That winding is their fashion
               Of adoration.

Sure thou wilt joy, by gaining me
     To flie home like a laden bee
          Unto that hive of beams
               And garland-streams.
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