by: Thomas Edward Brown
He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth--
- It matters not
- If south or north,
- Bleak waste or sunny plot.
- Nor think, if haply He thou seekst be late,
- He does thee wrong.
- To stile or gate
- Lean thou thy head, and long!
- It may be that to spy thee He is mounting
- Upon a tower,
- Or in thy counting
- Thou hast mistaen the hour.
- But, if He comes not, neither do thou go
- Till Vesper chime.
- Belike thou then shalt know
- He hath been with thee all the time.
POEMS BY THOMAS EDWARD BROWN
"Specula" is reprinted
from The Oxford book of English mystical verse. Ed. D.H.S.
Nicholson. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.