Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The Burning BabeRobert Southwell (c. 15611595)
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Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was by sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow;
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright,
Did in the air appear;
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though his floods should quench his flames;
Which with his tears were bred:
In fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts
Or feel the fire, but I.
The fuel wounding thorns;
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke,
The ashes shames and scorns.
And mercy blows the coals;
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men’s defilèd souls—
To work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight I callèd unto mind
That it was Christmas Day.