George Herbert, Getting Back Up

from George Herbert’s poem, “The Flower”:

    And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
    I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O my only light,
            It cannot be
            That I am he
    On whom thy tempests fell all night.

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