My Favorite George Hebert Poem

AARON.


HOLINESS on the head, 
Light and perfection on the breast, 
Harmonious bells below raising the dead 
To lead them unto life and rest. 
Thus are true Aarons drest.* 

Profaneness in my head, 
Defects and darkness in my breast, 
A noise of passions ringing me for dead 
Unto a place where is no rest : 
Poor priest ! thus am I drest. 

Only another head 
I have another heart and breast, 
Another music, making live, not dead, 
Without whom I could have no rest : 
In Him I am well drest. 

Christ is my only head, 
My alone only heart and breast, 
My only music, striking me e’en dead ; 
That to the old man I may rest, 
And be in Him new drest. 

So holy in my Head, 
Perfect and light in my dear Breast, 
My doctrine tuned by Christ (who is not dead, 
But lives in me while I do rest), 
Come, people ; Aaron’s drest.

Notes

Guess the Poet #1?

Without using Google, guess the Poet.

I know that He exists.
Somewhere in silence
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.

’Tis an instant’s play
’Tis a fond Ambush
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!

But should the play
Prove piercing earnest
Should the glee glaze
In Death’s stiff stare

Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest
Have crawled too far!

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