William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Come, Come! What Do I Here?Henry Vaughan (16211695)
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Since he is gone
Each day is grown a dozen year
And each hour, one;
Come, come!
Cut off the sum:
By these soil’d tears!
Which only Thou
Know’st to be true,
Days are my fears.
Or beam pass by,
By straight I think, though far,
Thy hand is nigh.
Come, come!
Strike these lips dumb:
This restless breath,
That soils Thy name,
Will ne’er be tame
Until in death.
No house of store,
But a dark and seal’d up womb,
Which ne’er breeds more:
Come, come!
Such thoughts benumb:
But I would be
With Him I weep
Abed, and sleep,
To wake in Thee.