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Poem by Henry Vaughan


WHEN to my Eyes
Whilst deep sleep others catches,
Thine host of spies,
The stars, shine in their watches,
I do survey
Each busy ray,
And how they work, and wind;
And wish each beam
My soul doth stream
With the like ardour shin'd;
What emanations,
Quick vibrations,
And bright stirs are there!
What thin ejections,
Cold affections,
And slow motions here!

Thy heav'ns, some say,
Are a fiery-liquid light,
Which mingling aye
Streams, and flames thus to the sight.
Come then, my God!
Shine on this blood
And water, in one beam;
And Thou shalt see
Kindled by Thee
Both liquors burn, and stream.
O what bright quickness,
Active brightness,
And celestial flows,
Will follow after
On that water,
Which Thy Spirit blows! 

Henry Vaughan

Poem Themes: Night, Midnight

Henry Vaughan's other poems:
  1. The Relapse
  2. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!
  3. Vain Wits and Eyes
  4. Content
  5. The Evening-Watch

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Thomas Hood Midnight ("Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep")
  • Clinton Scollard Midnight ("The world is locked in sleep with perfect night")
  • Harriet Beecher Stowe Midnight ("All dark! - no light, no ray!")
  • Louisa Bevington Midnight ("THERE are sea and sky about me")

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