Poems by Richard Crashaw
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LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord
Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace
TO these whom death again did wed
The world's light shines, shine as it will,
THY restless feet now cannot go
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
CHORUS
Know you fair, on what you look;
LO here a little volume, but great Book
O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts,
These houres, and that which hovers o’re my End,
HAIL, sister springs,
I sing the Name which None can say
Two went to pray? O rather say
O THOU undaunted daughter of desires!
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
Whoe'er she be,