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George Herbert - The Glimpse
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       Whither away, Delight?
Thou cam`st but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
            And give me up to night?
For many weeks of lingring pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?

       Methinks Delight should have
More skill in musick, and keep better time.
       Wert thou a winde or wave,
They quickly go and come with lesser crime:
Flowers look about, and die not in their prime.

       Thy short abode and stay 
Feeds not, but addes to the desire of meat.
       Lime begg`d of old (they say)
A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat;
Which by the spring`s accesse grew much more great.

       In hope of thee my heart
Pickt here and there a crumme, and would not die; 
       But constant to his part,
When as my fears foretold this, did replie,
A slender thread a gentle guest will tie. 

       Yet if the heart that wept 
Must let thee go, return when it doth knock. 
       Although thy heap be kept
For future times, the droppings of the stock
May oft break forth, and never break the lock.

       If I have more to spinne,
The wheel shall go, so that thy stay be short.
       Thou knowst how grief and sinne
Disturb the work.  O make me not their sport,
Who by thy coming may be made a court!
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