James Shirley

(September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)

Song Of Nuns - Poem by James Shirley

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.

Oh, be not careless then and play
Until the star of peace
Hide all his beams in dark recess.
Poor pilgrims needs must lose their way
When all the shadows do increase.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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