Poems of William Baylebridge
|1.||After the Storm||1/1/2004|
|2.||Flesh and Spirit||1/1/2004|
|3.||II from Life’s Testament||4/20/2010|
|4.||Life and death||1/1/2004|
|6.||Number And Nationality||4/20/2010|
|8.||To winter in the Midst of his Reign||1/1/2004|
|10.||XXXII from Love Redeemed||4/20/2010|
Some lip will use her name--a rapt surprise,
Passing the heart's set ward, upon me steals.
One word, to me, doth one saint canonize;
And all the acquest of earth and heaven it seals.
I name that name, and doubt for me has ending,
And Sorrow, strong of old, forgets her part;
The battle-cry it is, to God ascending,
For all the triumphs of my labouring heart.
Ah, what is beauty's charge, what true, what dearest,