Sonnet (I) by George Herbert
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn, Besides their other flames? Doth Poetry Wear Venus livery? only serve her turn? Why are not Sonnets made of thee? and layes Upon thine Altar burnt? Cannot thy love Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise As well as any she? Cannot thy Dove Out-strip their Cupid easily in flight? Or, since thy wayes are deep, and still the fame, Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy name! Why doth that fire, which by thy power and might
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"My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,..."
"Sonnet (I)" by George Herbert is a deep and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by George Herbert demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,...", this piece explores themes of deep and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. George Herbert's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.