Deniall

            When my devotions could not pierce
                                    Thy silent eares;
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse;
                  My breast was full of fears
                                    And disorder:

            My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow,
                                    Did flie asunder:
Each took his way; some would to pleasures go,
                  Some to the warres and thunder
                                    Of alarms.

            As good go any where, they say,
                                    As to benumme
Both knees and heart, in crying night and day,
                  Come, come, my God, O come,
                                    But no hearing.

            O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue
                                    To crie to thee,
And then not heare it crying! all day long
                  My heart was in my knee,
                                    But no hearing.

            Therefore my soul lay out of sight,
                                    Untun’d, unstrung:
My feeble spirit, unable to look right,
                  Like a nipt blossome, hung
                                    Discontented.

            O cheer and tune my heartlesse breast,
                                    Deferre no time;
That so thy favours granting my request,
                  They and my minde may chime,
                                    And mend my ryme.

George Herbert