After Christmas?

After Christmas?

When first thy sweet and gracious eye Vouchsafed even in the midst of youth and night To look upon me, who before did lie Weltering in sin;   I felt a surged strange delight, Passing all cordials made by any art, Bedew, embalm, and overrun my heart, And take it...
My Seasons

My Seasons

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, and so do I When showers betumble the chestnut spikes and nestlings fly And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at the Traveller’s Rest, And maids come forth sprig-muslin dressed, And citizens...
Our Last Awakening

Our Last Awakening

Bring us, O Lord our God, At our last awakening Into the house and gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, Where there shall be no darkness or dazzling, But one equal light: No noise or silence, but one equal music: No fears or hopes, But one...