II.

As if the tidings were the things, My very joys themselves, my foreign treasure, Or else did bear them on their wings-- With so much joy they came, with so much pleasure-- My Soul stood at that gate To recreate Itself with bliss, and to Be pleased with speed. A fuller view It fain would take, Yet journeys back again would make Unto my heart: as if 'twould fain Go out to meet, yet stay within To fit a place to entertain And bring the tidings in.