The Collar
I Struck the board, and cry’d, No more.
I will abroad.
What? shall I ever
sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free; free as the rode,
Loose as the winde, as large as store.
Shall I be still in suit?
To let me bloud, and not restore
What I have lost with cordiall fruit?
Before my sighs did drie it: there was
cornBefore my
tears did drown it.
Is the yeare onely lost to me?
Have I no bayes to crown it?
No
flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
All wasted?
Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.
Recover all thy sigh-blown age
On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage,
Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away; take heed:
I will abroad.
Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears.
He that forbears
To suit and serve his need,
Deserves his load.
But as I rav’d and grew more fierce and wilde
At every word,
Me thoughts I heard one calling, Childe:
And I reply’d, My Lord.
never really understood this poem when we studied it. but right now, I FEEL IT. if only i had discovered this sooner, maybe i could have covered it for Herbert ct paper and did better. oh well, thank you George Herbert for providing an outlet through Christian poetry.
+ posted by M @ 8:43 PM