Classic Poem

soul: Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light
But what stream'd from thy gracious sight;
To me the worlds greatest King
Seem'd but some little vulgar thing.

god: Whilest thou prov'dst pure; and that in thee
I could glass al my Deity:
How glad did I from Heaven depart,
To find a Lodging in thy heart!

s: Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway,
('Tis they that hold my prisons Key:)
For whom my soul would dy, might shee
Leave them her Immortality.

g: I, and some few pure Souls conspire,
And burne both in a mutuall fire,
For whom I'ld dy once more, ere they
Should miss of Heavens eternal day.

s: But Lord! what if I turn againe,
And with an adamantine chain,
Lock me to thee? What if I chase
The world away to give thee place?

g: Then though these souls in whom I joy
Are Seraphins, Thou but a Toy,
A foolish Toy, yet once more I
Would with Thee live, and for thee die.