POETRY: The Search, by George Herbert

making two hearts one george herbert

Whither, O whither art Thou fled,
My Lord, my Love ?
My searches are my daily bread,
Yet never prove.

My knees pierce the earth, mine eyes the sky;
And yet the sphere
And center both to me deny
That Thou art there.

Yet can I mark how herbs below
Grow green and gay,
As if to meet Thee they did know,
While I decay.

Yet can I mark how stars above
Simper and shine,
As having keys unto Thy love,
While poor I pine.

I sent a sigh to seek Thee out,
Deep drawn in pain,
Winged like an arrow; but my scout
Returns in vain.

I turned another (having store)
Into a groan,
Because the search was dumb before;
But all was one.

Lord, dost Thou some new fabric mold
Which favor wins,
And keeps Thee present; leaving the old
Unto their sins?

Where is my God ? what hidden place
Conceals Thee still?
What covert dare eclipse Thy face?
Is it Thy will?

O let not that of anything;
Let rather brass,
Or steel, or mountains be Thy ring,
And I will pass.

Thy will such an entrenching is,
As passeth thought:
To it all strength, all subtleties
Are things of nought.

Thy will such a strange distance is,
As that to it
East and West touch, the poles do kiss,
And parallels meet.

Since then my grief must be as large
As is Thy space,
Thy distance from me; see my charge,
Lord, see my case.

O take these bars, these lengths, away;
Turn, and restore me:
Be not Almighty, let me say,
Against, but for me.

When Thou dost turn, and wilt be near,
What edge so keen,
What point so piercing can appear
To come between?

For as Thy absence doth excel
All distance known,
So doth Thy nearness bear the bell,
Making two one.

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