Francis Quarles

(8 May 1592 – 8 September 1644 / Romford, Essex, England)

A Divine Rapture - Poem by Francis Quarles

E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,
   That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
   Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
   Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
   E'en so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
   For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
   Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
   The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
   I would not change my fortunes for them all:
   Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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