Have patience, my afflicted soul;
2 Thou shalt not long in darkness
3 I will the
Then shall I need to beg no more
5 to come unto
my last, best feast.
limpid lady’s my first guest.
Cool crystal Water, take thy part:
that which circles my sad heart.
Or, if my tears will satisfy,
10 To tears I’ll quickly
11 Number them
not. Count sand or
sooner number them by far.
that they had been shed for sin,
Then they in heaven had bottled been.
15 Why were they shed?
Oh ask not why.
16 If I repeat my woes,
A double death. Oh ask no more,
18 Let me alone my loss
Fair nymph, thou’st oft quenched thirst in me.
Retaliate and drink up me.
Seven lovely buds thou hast drawn dry.
Oh spare the rest, or else I die
treble death. Oh hear me speak!
Let not my heart so often break
But let death strike me once for all—
A little blow will make me fall.
27 Thou didst a whole world once
28 Then let me into thee
Sweet Air, refresher of mankind,
Let me at last thy favor find.
31 Do but
a little vapor,
32 Thou’lt quickly blow out my life’s
’Twill be my last request to thee;
Thou’rt free to all, be so to me.
I oft have made thee such a feast
That all the odors of the East
Could not with their sweet breath compare,
Blossoms so lovely, young, and rare:
woodbine, ere Aurora doth arise,
July-flower before the shadow flies,
41 The dewy
violet, or the
O say no more! My grief o’erflows.
I into tears am rarified,
And thou thy part will be denied.
Oh take this sigh, then, for thy part,
46 For such another breaks my
Most noble and illustrious fire,
Whom (though I know not) I admire,
If such an Element there be,
My strange petition is to thee.
O hearken to my last desire
And help my sad soul to expire.
Contract thy vigor, hold thy heat,
54 Then will
my heart forget to beat
trepidate within my breast.
56 O then how sweet will be
What a sweet slumber shall I take
When my sad dreams do me forsake
And cease my afflicted soul t’afright.
Welcome, O welcome, that blessed night.
Then do but my short breath exhale,
My structure straight to dust will fall.
Welcome, O welcome, that blessed night,
Which ushers in eternal light.
For what is death but cold and night,
Life being only heat and light?
Then all my heat to thee I’ll give,
And though I die, in thee I live.
Dust, or Earth
Dust, from thee I drew my birth.
70 Then come, and ‘tis but
Earth to Earth.
My lovely children thou hast taken.
Shall their sad mother be forsaken?
73 Aye me,
thou took’st them young and fair,
74 And leav’st me here with
lovely fair with snowy skin,
Did too, too soon thy favor win.
But I, involved with sin and sorrow,
Sadly expect thee night and morrow.
I ask no pyramid nor stately tomb;
80 Do but involve me in
thy spacious womb.
To beg this once, dear mother, give me leave:
82 O let thy bowels
yearn and me receive.