George Herbert (1593 - 1633)
Having been tenant long to a rich Lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancel th’ old.
In heaven at his manor I him sought:
They told me there, that he was lately gone
About some land, which he had dearly bought
Long since on earth, to take possession.
I straight return’d, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great resorts;
In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth
Of thieves and murderers: there I him espied,
Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments
(
Atom
)
Here's a link to one of my favorite Geo Herbert poems
ReplyDeletehttp://hiddenart.xanga.com/534095647/the-windows-a-poem-about-preachers/
Blessings on this celebratory weekend. Dana
Happy Easter!
ReplyDelete