| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Divine Poems | | 3. Nativity |
| | | Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb, | |
| Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment. | |
| There he hath made himself to his intent | |
| Weak enough, now into our world to come. | |
| But O! for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room? | 5 |
| Yet lay Him in this stall, 1 and from th’ orient, | |
| Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent | |
| The effects 2 of Herod’s jealous general doom. | |
| See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, 3 how He | |
| Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie? | 10 |
| Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, | |
| That would have need to be pitied by thee? | |
| Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go, | |
| With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe. | |
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