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Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
  
13. The Divine Lover
By Phineas Fletcher  (1580–1650)
  
I

ME Lord? can’st thou mispend
  One word, misplace one look on me?
  Call’st me thy Love, thy Friend?
    Can this poor soul the object be
Of these love-glances, those life-kindling eyes?        5
What? I the Centre of thy arms embraces?
    Of all thy labour I the prize?
    Love never mocks, Truth never lies.
Oh how I quake: Hope fear, fear hope displaces:
I would, but cannot hope: such wondrous love amazes.       10
 
II

    See, I am black as night,
  See I am darkness: dark as hell.
    Lord thou more fair than light;
  Heav’ns Sun thy Shadow; can Sunns dwell
With Shades? ’twixt light, and darkness what commerce?       15
True: thou art darkness, I thy Light: my ray
    Thy mists, and hellish foggs shall pierce.
    With me, black soul, with me converse.
I make the foul December flowry May,
Turn thou thy night to me: I’le turn thy night to day.       20
 
III

    See Lord, see I am dead:
  Tomb’d in my self: my self my grave
    A drudge: so born, so bred:
  My self even to my self a slave.
Thou Freedom, Life: can Life, and Liberty       25
Love bondage, death? Thy Freedom I: I tyed
    To loose thy bonds: be bound to me:
    My Yoke shall ease, my bonds shall free.
Dead soul, thy Spring of life, my dying side:
There dye with me to live: to live in thee I dyed.       30

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