I am
a little world made
cunningly
Of elements and an angelic
sprite,
But
black sin hath betray'd to endless night
My world's both parts, and oh
both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new spheres,
and of new lands can write,
Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it, if it must be drown'd no more.
But oh it must be
burnt; alas the fire
Of
lust and
envy have burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; let their flames retire,
And burn me O Lord, with a fiery
zeal
Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heal.
- John Donne