What We Believe
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On Mr. G. Herbert’s Book
intitled The Temple of Sacred Poems, sent to a Gentlewoman

Richard Crashaw (1613?–1649)

Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
Expecting fire from your eyes,
To kindle this his sacrifice.
When your hands untie these strings,
Think you’have an angel by th’ wings.
One that gladly will be nigh,
To wait upon each morning sigh.
To flutter in the balmy air
Of your well-perfumed prayer.
These white plumes of his he’ll lend you,
Which every day to heaven will send you,
To take acquaintance of the sphere,
And all the smooth-fac’d kindred there.
          And though Herbert’s name do owe
          These devotions, fairest, know
          That while I lay them on the shrine
          Of your white hand, they are mine.

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