Classic Poem

The souls fixt desire,

I would frequently, from thee hear
Untill thou doe, thy self apear.

And fecth me, from this sinfull state
To enjoyment. immediate.

oh give me leave, to speak out plain
I would not flatter, lye, or fein.

Love letters, will not serve the turn
Come thou thy self, or else I burn.

It is thy self, thy self, alone
My sweet, and blessed, only one.

Tis with thy, self, that I would live
And that would satisfaction give.

Oh deerest Jesus, come away
My soull doth faint, with thy delay.

Oh take thy steps, both larg, and wide
And quikly, fecth away thy bride.

Who would from hence, faign be releas'd
To solemnize the mariage feast.

And ever take repose, and rest
In her deer bridgrooms, sacred breast.

Till in his arms, shee be, intwin'd
What comfort, can shee, take, or find.

Where should the brid, be nourished
But with her husband, and her head.

Lord, thou art mine, and I am thine
Do thou me, in thine arms entwine.

Oh hasten that sweet day, when I
Shall live, with thee, eternally.

And in the meane time, take my hart
As, a pledg, we sha'nt be long apart.