Evensong (A poem by George Herbert)

The Day is spent, and hath his will on me:

I and the Sun have run our races,

I went slower, yet more paces,

For I decay not he.

Lord, make my Losses up, and set me free:

That I, who cannot now by day

Look on his daring brightnes, may

Shine then more bright than he.

If thou defer this light, then shadow me:

Lest that the Night, earth's gloomy shade

Fouling her nest, my earth invade,

As if shades knew not Thee.

But thou art Light and darkness both together:

If that be dark we cannot see:

The sun is darker than a Tree,

And thou are more dark than either.

Yet Thou art not so dark, since I know this,

But that my darkness may tough thine:

And hope, that may teach it to hine,

Since Light thy Darkness is.

Oh let my Soul, whose keys I must deliver

Into the hands of senseless Dreams

Which know not thee, suck in thy beams,

And wake with the forever.

(Evensong, a poem by George Herbert)