george herbert

"Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
and I alone,
which cannot be,
because thou dost abide with me,
And I depend on thee;
Yet when thou dost supprese
The cheerfulnesse
Of thy abode,
And in my powers not stirre abroad,
But leave me to my load:
O what a damp and shade
Doth me invade!
No stormie night
Can so afflict, or so afright,
As thy eclipsed light.
Ah, Lord, do not withdraw,
Lest want of aw
Make Sinne appeare,
And when thou dost but shine lesse cleare,
Say that thou art not here.
And when what life I have,
When Sinne doth rave,
And falsy boast,
That I may seek, but thou art lost,
Thou and alone thou know'st.
O what a deadly cold
Doth me infold!
I half beleeve
That Sinne says true; but while I grieve
Thou com'st and dost relieve."
-a parodie.