The White Island: or Place of the Blest
In this world (the Isle of Dreams)
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes
Reciting:
But when once from hence we flee,
More and more approaching nigh
Unto young Eternity
Uniting:
In that whiter Island, where
Things are evermore sincere;
Candor here, and lustre there
Delighting:
There no monstrous fancies shall
Out of hell an horror call,
To create (or cause at all)
Affrighting.
There in calm and cooling sleep
We our eyes shall never steep;
But eternal watch shall keep,
Attending
Pleasures, such as shall pursue
Me immortalized, and you;
And fresh joys, as never too
Have ending.
Christian Poetry by Robert Herrick
Public Domain