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Regeneration

Written by: Henry Vaughan | Biography
 | Quotes (6) |
 1.
Award, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad, It was high-spring, and all the way Primros'd, and hung with shade; Yet, was it frost within, And surly winds Blasted my infant buds, and sin Like clouds eclips'd my mind.
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Storm'd thus; I straight perceiv'd my spring Mere stage, and show, My walk a monstrous, mountain's thing Rough-cast with rocks, and snow; And as a pilgrim's eye Far from relief, Measures the melancholy sky Then drops, and rains for grief, 3.
So sigh'd I upwards still, at last 'Twixt steps, and falls I reach'd the pinnacle, where plac'd I found a pair of scales, I took them up and laid In th'one late pains, The other smoke, and pleasures weigh'd But prov'd the heavier grains; 4.
With that, some cried, Away; straight I Obey'd, and led Full east, a fair, fresh field could spy Some call'd it Jacob's Bed; A virgin-soil, which no Rude feet ere trod, Where (since he slept there,) only go Prophets, and friends of God.
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Here, I repos'd; but scarce well set, A grove descried Of stately height, whose branches met And mixed on every side; I entered, and once in (Amaz'd to see't,) Found all was chang'd, and a new spring Did all my senses greet; 6.
The unthrift sun shot vital gold A thousand pieces, And heaven its azure did unfold Checker'd with snowy fleeces, The air was all in spice And every bush A garland wore; thus fed my eyes But all the ear lay hush.
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Only a little fountain lent Some use for ears, And on the dumb shades language spent The music of her tears; I drew her near, and found The cistern full Of diverse stones, some bright, and round Others ill'shap'd, and dull.
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The first (pray mark,) as quick as light Danc'd through the flood, But, th'last more heavy than the night Nail'd to the center stood; I wonder'd much, but tir'd At last with thought, My restless eye that still desir'd As strange an object brought; 9.
It was a bank of flowers, where I descried (Though 'twas mid'day,) Some fast asleep, others broad-eyed And taking in the ray, Here musing long, I heard A rushing wind Which still increas'd, but whence it stirr'd No where I could not find; 10.
I turn'd me round, and to each shade Dispatch'd an eye, To see, if any leaf had made Least motion, or reply, But while I listening sought My mind to ease By knowing, where 'twas, or where not, It whispered: Where I please.
Lord, then said I, On me one breath, And let me die before my death!



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