The Sun's my Fire, when it does shine, <br />The hollow Spring's my Cave of Wine, <br />The Rocks and Woods afford me Meat; <br />This Lamb and I on one Dish eat: <br />The neighbouring Herds my Garments send, <br />My Pallet the kind Earth doth lend: <br />Excess and Grandure I decline, <br />M'Associates onely are Divine.<br /><br />Anne Killigrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-john-baptist-painted-by-her-self-in-the-wilderness-with-angels-appearing-to-him-and-with-a-lamb-by-him/
