For now I wonder t’feel how I thus feel. My love leaps into creature’s bosoms; and Cold sorrows fall into my soul as steel, When fail they, yet kiss [?] thy love’s white hand I scarce know what t’make of myself. Wherefore I crave pardon, Lord, for thou hast store. Textual note: Stafford reads, “Yet kiss […]
Edward Taylor, Meditation 36.5 What a strange strange thing am I — memoirandremains
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