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Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн)

The Call


COME, my heart ! come, my head,
In sighs, and tears !
'Tis now, since you have lain thus dead,
Some twenty years ;
Awake, awake,
Some pity take
Upon yourselves !
Who never wake to groan, nor weep,
Shall be sentenc'd for their sleep.


Do but see your sad estate,
How many sands
Have left us, while we careless sate
With folded hands ;
What stock of nights,
Of days, and years
In silent flights
Stole by our ears ;
How ill have we ourselves bestow'd,
Whose suns are all set in a cloud !


Yet come, and let's peruse them all,
And as we pass,
What sins on every minute fall
Score on the glass ;
Then weigh, and rate
Their heavy state,
The glass with tears you fill ;
That done, we shall be safe and good :
Those beasts were clean that chew'd the cud. 

Henry Vaughan's other poems:
  1. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!
  2. The Relapse
  3. I Walk'd the Other Day
  4. The Timber
  5. The True Christians

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Rupert Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Call ("Out of the nothingness of sleep")
  • George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The Call ("Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life")
  • George Meredith (Джордж Мередит) The Call ("And if not with a paler cheek")
  • Edgar Guest (Эдгар Гест) The Call ("Joy stands on the hilltops")

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