The Flaming heart: UPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT TERESA, AS SHE IS USUALLY EXPRESSED WITH A SERAPHIM BESIDE HER. WELL-MEANING readers! you that come as friends, And catch the precious name this piece pretends; Make not too much haste to admire That fair-cheek'd fallacy of fire. That is a seraphim, they say, Readers, be ruled by me; and make Painter, what didst thou understand To put her dart into his hand? This is the mistress-flame; and duteous he Her happy fire-works, here, comes down to see. Had thy cold pencil kiss'd her pen, Why, man, this speaks pure mortal frame; And mocks with female frost Love's manly flame. But had thy pale-faced purple took Fire from the burning cheeks of that bright book, Thou wouldst on her have heap'd up all That could be found seraphical; Whate'er this youth of fire wears fair, Rosy fingers, radiant hair, Glowing cheek, and glist'ring wings, Had fill'd the hand of this great heart. Do then, as equal right requires ; Undress thy seraphim into mine; Give him the veil, give her the dart. Give her the dart, for it is she (Fair youth) shoots both thy shaft and thee; What is't your tasteful spirits do prove In that rare life of her, and Love? What magazines of immortal arms there shine! For all the gallantry of him, Give me the suffering seraphim. His be the bravery of all those bright things, Leave her alone the flaming heart. Leave her that; and thou shalt leave her Not one loose shaft, but Love's whole quiver; A nobler weapon than a wound. Love's passives are his activ'st part : O heart! the equal poise of Love's both parts, Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same; And bleed, and wound; and yield and conquer still. Walk in a crowd of loves and martyrdoms. O sweet incendiary! show here thy art, By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all thy lives and deaths of love; And by thy thirsts of love more large than they ; By all thy brim-fill'd bowls of fierce desire, By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire; By the full kingdom of that final kiss That seized thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His ; By all the Heaven thou hast in Him (Fair sister of the seraphim !) By all of Him we have in thee; 7 A Song. LORD, when the sense of Thy sweet grace O Love, I am thy sacrifice! SECOND PART. Though still I die, I live again; Still live in me this longing strife |