Evensong
The Day is spent, and hath his will on me:
I and the Sun have run our races,
I went the slower, yet more paces,
For I decay, not he.
Lord make my losses up, and set me free:
That I who cannot now by day
Look on his daring brightness, may
Shine then more bright than he.
If thou defer this light, then shadow me:
Lest that the Night, earth's gloomy shade,
Fouling her nest, my earth invade,
As if shades knew not Thee.
But Thou art Light and Darkness both together:
If that be dark we cannot see:
The sun is darker than a Tree,
And thou more dark than either.
Yet Thou art not so dark, since I know this,
But that my darkness may touch thine:
And hope, that may teach it to shine,
Since Light thy Darkness is.
O let my Soul, whose keys I must deliver
Into the hands of senseless Dreams
Which know not thee, suck in thy beams
And wake with thee for ever.
I and the Sun have run our races,
I went the slower, yet more paces,
For I decay, not he.
Lord make my losses up, and set me free:
That I who cannot now by day
Look on his daring brightness, may
Shine then more bright than he.
If thou defer this light, then shadow me:
Lest that the Night, earth's gloomy shade,
Fouling her nest, my earth invade,
As if shades knew not Thee.
But Thou art Light and Darkness both together:
If that be dark we cannot see:
The sun is darker than a Tree,
And thou more dark than either.
Yet Thou art not so dark, since I know this,
But that my darkness may touch thine:
And hope, that may teach it to shine,
Since Light thy Darkness is.
O let my Soul, whose keys I must deliver
Into the hands of senseless Dreams
Which know not thee, suck in thy beams
And wake with thee for ever.
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