Classic Poem

The Mystical Marriage

Let all records be searchèd o're and o're,
Such an unequal marriage as this
Was never seen or heard before,
Where heaven and earth, God and man kiss,
Where Majesty and misery do meet,
Power and infirmity each other greet.

Thou art the King of Glory, Lord of life,
Thy Spouse at best a creature poor; but since
Her fall, deformed, and not fit wife
Will make for Thee so great a Prince.
Go court the Angels then; yet they, though bright,
Are creatures too, and scarce pure in Thy sight;

How much less I that on my belly creep,
And cleave unto the earth; that did begin
As soon as I was born to weep,
As soon as I could go to sin;
When I polluted in my blood did lye
No eye would pity me but all past by;

Cast out i' th' open field I was, to th'shame
And loathing of my person in the day
That I was born, then my Lord came
Like the Samaritan that way,
And took me up; Thy mercy did Thee move,
Not my desert: that was Thy time of love.

Nor is Thy love fickle as most men's be,
Who soon grow weary of their former choice,
When they a greater beauty see;
But Thou with me wilt still rejoice.
Thou hast betroth'd me to Thy self for ever.
And if I leave Thee not wilt leave me never.

Thou that didst love me when I nothing had
That lovely was, endue me with Thy grace;
For with that wedding garment clad,
Thou wilt no blemish in my face
Or any other part of me espy
But I shall always seem fair in Thine eye.

And that my love to Thee may never fail,
No more then Thine to me, open mine eyes,
And then Thy glorious face unvaile
That above all I may Thee prize,
Believing I the greatest bliss obtain,
When Thou lov'st me, and I love Thee again.Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems