Stormed thus, I straight perceived my spring Mere stage and show, My walk a monstrous, mountained thing, Roughcast with rocks and snow; And as a pilgrim’s eye, Far from relief, Measures the melancholy sky, Then drops and rains for grief,
So sighed I upwards still; at last
’Twixt steps and falls
I reached the pinnacle, where placed
I found a pair of scales;
I took them up and laid
In th’ one, late pains;
The other smoke and pleasures weighed,
But proved the heavier grains.
With that some cried, “Away!” Straight I Obeyed, and led Full east, a fair, fresh field could spy; Some called it Jacob’s bed, A virgin soil which no Rude feet ere trod, Where, since he stepped there, only go Prophets and friends of God.
Here I reposed; but scarce well set,
A grove descried
Of stately height, whose branches met
And mixed on every side;
I entered, and once in,
Amazed to see ’t,
Found all was changed, and a new spring
Did all my senses greet.
The unthrift sun shot vital gold, A thousand pieces, And heaven its azure did unfold, Checkered with snowy fleeces; The air was all in spice, And every bush A garland wore; thus fed my eyes, But all the ear lay hush.
Only a little fountain lent
Some use for ears,
And on the dumb shades language spent
The music of her tears;
I drew her near, and found
The cistern full
Of divers stones, some brightand round,
Others ill-shaped and dull.
The first, pray mark, as quick as light Danced through the flood, But the last, more heavy than the night, Nailed to the center stood; I wondered much, but tired At last with thought, My restless eye that still desired As strange an object brought.
It was a bank of flowers, where I descried
Though ’twas midday,
Some fast asleep, others broad-eyed
And taking in the ray;
Here, musing long, I heard
A rushing wind
Which still increased, but whence it stirred
No where I could not find.
I turned me round, and to each shade Dispatched an eye To see if any leaf had made Least motion or reply, But while I listening sought My mind to ease By knowing where ’twas, or where not, It whispered, “Where I please.”
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