SPECULA

by: Thomas Edward Brown (1830-1897)

      HEN He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth--
      It matters not
      If south or north,
      Bleak waste or sunny plot.
      Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late,
      He does thee wrong.
      To stile or gate
      Lean thou thy head, and long!
      It may be that to spy thee He is mounting
      Upon a tower,
      Or in thy counting
      Thou hast mista’en the hour.
      But, if He comes not, neither do thou go
      Till Vesper chime.
      Belike thou then shalt know
      He hath been with thee all the time.

"Specula" is reprinted from The Oxford book of English mystical verse. Ed. D.H.S. Nicholson. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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