Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Campion. 1567?–1619176. O come quickly!
| NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, | |
| Never tirèd pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more, | |
| Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: | |
| O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! | |
| Ever blooming are the joys of heaven’s high Paradise, | 5 |
| Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: | |
| Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessèd only see: | |
| O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! |