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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, <br> Young dawn of our eternal day; <br>We saw Thine eyes break from the East, <br> And chase the trembling shades away: <br>We saw Thee, and we blest the sight, <br>We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do <br> To entertain this starry stranger? <br>Is this the best thou canst bestow-- <br> A cold and not too cleanly manger? <br>Contend, the powers of heaven and earth, <br>To fit a bed for this huge birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud world, said I, cease your contest, <br> And let the mighty babe alone; <br>The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest, <br> Love's architecture is His own. <br>The babe, whose birth embraves this morn, <br>Made His own bed ere He was born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow, <br> Come hovering o'er the place's head, <br>Off'ring their whitest sheets of snow, <br> To furnish the fair infant's bed. <br>Forbear, said I, be not too bold; <br>Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw th' obsequious seraphim <br> Their rosy fleece of fire bestow, <br>For well they now can spare their wings, <br> Since Heaven itself lies here below. <br>Well done, said I; but are you sure <br>Your down, so warm, will pass for pure? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no, your King 's not yet to seek <br> Where to repose His royal head; <br>See, see how soon His new-bloom'd cheek <br> 'Twixt mother's breasts is gone to bed! <br>Sweet choice, said we; no way but so, <br>Not to lie cold, you sleep in snow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips <br> Her kisses in Thy weeping eye; <br>She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips, <br> That in their buds yet blushing lie. <br>She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries <br>The points of her young eagle's eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome--tho' not to those gay flies, <br> Gilded i' th' beams of earthly kings, <br>Slippery souls in smiling eyes-- <br> But to poor shepherds, homespun things, <br>Whose wealth 's their flocks, whose wit 's to be <br>Well read in their simplicity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, when young April's husband show'rs <br> Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, <br>We'll bring the first-born of her flowers, <br> To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy head. <br>To Thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep <br>The shepherds while they feed their sheep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King <br> Of simple graces and sweet loves! <br>Each of us his lamb will bring, <br> Each his pair of silver doves! <br>At last, in fire of Thy fair eyes, <br>Ourselves become our own best sacrifice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498282" data-title="Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn de Richard Crashaw" data-description="WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw Thine eyes break from the East, And chase the trembling shades away: We saw Thee, and we blest the sight, We saw Thee by Thine own sweet ..."></div> </div> </div>
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