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Poem by Walter Raleigh


His Pilgrimage


GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
   My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
   My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;
   No other balm will there be given:
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
   Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
   There will I kiss
   The bowl of bliss;
And drink mine everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.



Walter Raleigh


Walter Raleigh's other poems:
  1. Sestina Otiosa
  2. On the Cards and Dice
  3. If Cynthia Be a Queen
  4. On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick
  5. Nature, That Washed Her Hands In Milk


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