by George Herbert

       When first thy sweet and gracious eye
Vouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and night
To look upon me, who before did lie
                         Weltring in sinne ;
       I felt a sugred strange delight,
Passing all cordials made by any art,
Bedew, embalme, and overrunne my heart,
                         And take it in.

       Since that time many a bitter storm
My soul hath felt, ev'n able to destroy,
Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm
                         His swing and sway :
       But still thy sweet originall joy
Sprung from thine eye, did work within my soul,
And surging griefs, when they grew bold, controll,
       And got the day.

       If thy first glance so powerfull be,
A mirth but open'd and seal'd up again ;
What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see
                         Thy full-ey'd love!
       When thou shalt look us out of pain,
And one aspect of thine spend in delight
More then a thousand sunnes disburse in light,
       In heav'n above.

Herbert, George. The English Poems of George Herbert. C. A. Patrides, Ed.
London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd, 1991. 177.

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