Soul. <br />Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light <br />But what stream'd from thy gracious sight <br />To me the worlds greatest King, <br />Seem'd but some little vulgar thing. <br /> <br />God. <br />Whilst thou prov'dst pure; and that in thee <br />I could glass all my Deity; <br />How glad did I from Heaven depart, <br />To find a lodging in thy heart! <br /> <br />S. Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway, <br />('Tis they that hold my prisons Key): <br />For whom my soul would die, might she <br />Leave them her Immortalitie. <br /> <br />G. I, and some few pure Souls conspire, <br />And burn both in a mutual fire, <br />For whom I'd die once more, ere they <br />Should miss of Heavens eternal day. <br /> <br />S. But Lord! what if I turn again, <br />And with an adamantine chain, <br />Lock me to thee? What if I chase <br />The world away to give thee place? <br /> <br />G. Then though these souls in whom I joy <br />Are Seraphims, Thou but a toy, <br />A foolish toy, yet once more I <br />Would with thee live, and for thee die.<br /><br />Sir Henry Wotton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dialogue-betwixt-god-and-the-soul/