O Lord! in me there lieth naught <br />But to thy search revealed lies; <br />For when I sit, <br />Thou markest it, <br />No less Thou notest when I rise; <br />Yea, closest closet of my thought <br />Hath open windows to thine eyes. <br /> <br />Thou walkest with me when I walk; <br />When to my bed for rest I go <br />I find Thee there, <br />And everywhere; <br />Not youngest thought in me doth grow, <br />No, not one word I cast to talk, <br />But yet unuttered Thou dost know. <br /> <br />To shun thy notice, leave thine eye, <br />O, whither might I take my way? <br />To starry sphere? <br />Thy throne is there. <br />To dead men's undelightsome stay? <br />There is thy walk, and there to lie <br />Unknown, in vain I should essay. <br /> <br />O sun, whom light nor flight can match, <br />Suppose thy lightful, flightful wings <br />Thou lend to me, <br />And I could flee <br />As far as thee the evening brings; <br />Even led to west, He would me catch, <br />Nor should I lurk with western things. <br /> <br />Do thou thy best, O secret night, <br />In sable veil to cover me; <br />The sable veil <br />Shall vainly fail; <br />With day unmasked my night shall be: <br />For night is day, and darkness light, <br />O Father of all lights, to Thee.<br /><br />Mary Sidney Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-lord-in-me-there-lieth-naught/
