Explore Poems GO!

A Hymn

Rating: 2.6

O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon
   Thy drooping wings,
   And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?

The Sun is now i' the east: each shade
   As he doth rise
   Is shorter made,
That earth may lessen to our eyes.

O be not careless then and play
Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM