Sonnet (I)

George Herbert

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My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,
Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,
Besides their other flames? Doth Poetry
Wear Venus livery? only serve her turn?
Why are not Sonnets made of thee? and layes
Upon thine Altar burnt? Cannot thy love
Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise
As well as any she? Cannot thy Dove
Out-strip their Cupid easily in flight?
Or, since thy wayes are deep, and still the fame,
Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy name!
Why doth that fire, which by thy power and might
Each breast does feel, no braver fuel choose
Than that, which one day, Worms, may chance refuse?

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  • hopespringer1

    Just came across this poem by George Herbert! Wow, I can truly feel the emotion in the lines "Doth Poetry / Wear Venus livery? only serve her turn?" like he's questioning why love poems aren't more focused on a higher power 🤔 The whole things is really thought provoking and beautifully written! 😍👌 Gotta love classic poetry.