Classic Poem

When thee (O holy sacrificed Lambe)
in severed sygnes I whyte & liquide see:
as on thy body slayne I thynke on thee,
which pale by sheddyng of thy bloode became.
And when agayne I doe beholde the same
vayled in whyte to be receav'd of mee:
thou seemest in thy syndon wrap't to bee
lyke to a corse, whose monument I am.
Buryed in me, vnto my sowle appeare
pryson'd in earth, & bannish't from thy syght,
lyke our forefathers, who in Lymbo were.
Cleere thow my thoughtes, as thou did'st gyve the light:
And as thou others freed from purgyng fyre
quenche in my hart, the flames of badd desyre.