Sir Walter Raleigh

(1552 - 1618 / Devon / England)

His Pilgrimage - Poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
   My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
   My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

Blood must be my body's balmer;
   No other balm will there be given:
Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer,
   Travelleth towards the land of heaven;
Over the silver mountains,
Where spring the nectar fountains;
   There will I kiss
   The bowl of bliss;
And drink mine everlasting fill
Upon every milken hill.
My soul will be a-dry before;
But, after, it will thirst no more.


Comments about His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh

  • (2/24/2017 10:47:00 AM)


    There will I kiss
    The bowl of bliss
    Excellent conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.
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  • Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:19:00 AM)


    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.dcfv (Report) Reply

  • Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:19:00 AM)


    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.vfj (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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