[K:NWTS 20/3 (Dec 2005) 25]


John Donne

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,

Now leaves his well-beloved imprisonment,

There he hath made himself to his intent

Weak enough, now into our world to come;

But Oh, for thee, for him, hath th' Inn no room?

Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient,

Stars, and wisemen will travel to prevent

Th' effect of Herod's jealous general doom.

Seest thou, my Soul, with thy faith's eyes, how he

Which fills all place, yet none holds him, doth lie?

Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high,

That would have need to be pitied by thee?

Kiss him, and with him into Egypt go,

With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe.