Poem of the day on 9/28/08

A Divine Rapture

By Francis Quarles

E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am so He is mine.

E'en so we met and after long pursuit,
E'en so we joined we both became entire
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
Our firm-united souls did more than twine
So I my Best-beloved's am so He is mine.

If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
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