Thursday, 4 October 2012

English Poem,English Love Poem English Sad Poem

Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace

Sends up my soul to seek thy face.

Thy blessed eyes breed such desire,

I dy in love’s delicious Fire.

O love, I am thy Sacrifice

Be still triumphant, blessed eyes

Still shine on me, fair suns! that I

Still may behold, though still I dy.

Though still I dy, I live again;

Still longing so to be still slain,

So gainfull is such losse of breath.

I dy even in desire of death.

Of living Death and dying Life.

For while thou sweetly slayest me

Dead to my selfe, I live in Thee

1 comment:

  1. plz open the link nice poetry


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