Aug 142012
 

I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright ;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years
Driv’n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov’d ; in which the world
And all her train were hurl’d.
The doting lover in his quaintest strain
Did there complain ;
Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,
Wit’s sour delights ;
With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure,
Yet his dear treasure,
All scatter’d lay, while he his eyes did pour
Upon a flow’r.

 

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Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
And sing, and weep, soar’d up into the ring ;
But most would use no wing.
O fools—said I—thus to prefer dark night
Before true light !
To live in grots and caves, and hate the day
Because it shows the way ;
The way, which from this dead and dark abode
Leads up to God ;
A way where you might tread the sun, and be
More bright than he !
But as I did their madness so discuss,
One whisper’d thus,
“This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide,
But for His bride.”

 

Henry Vaughan, The World

Jun 092010
 

Love the unconquered warrior, love who falls on the flocks, love who keeps vigil in the soft cheeks of a girl,

you roam over seas and in the halls of savages; no immortal nor any of the men whose life is a day can escape you.

He who is touched by you goes mad. You twist the minds of just men to the ruin of injustice.

Victorious is the bright desire from the eyes of the fair bride; it sits enthroned beside the eternal laws,

for the goddess Aphrodite works her invincible will.

Sophocles, Antigone