Classic Poem

You powers divine of love-commanding eyes,
Within whose lids are kept the fires of love;
Close not your selves to ruine me, who lies
In bands of death, while you in darkenesse move.

One looke doth give a sparck to kindle flames
To burne my heart, a martyr to your might,
Receiving one kind smile I find new frames
For love, to build me wholly to your light.

My soule doth fixe all thoughts upon your will,
Gazing unto amazement, greedy how
To see those blessed lights of loves-heaven, bow
Themselves on wretched me, who else they kill.

You then that rule loves God, in mercy flourish:
Gods must not murder, but their creatures nourish.