To The Vestalls

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Title:     To The Vestalls
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

Those Priests, which first the Vestall fire begun,
Which might be borrowed from no earthly flame,
Deuisd a vessell to receive the sun,
Being steadfastly opposed to the same;
Where with sweet wood laid curiously by Art,
Whereon the sunne might by reflection beat,
Receiving strength from every secret part,
The fuell kindled with celestiall heat.
Thy blessed eyes, the sunne which lights this fire,
My holy thoughts, they be the Vestall flame,
The precious odors be my chast desire,
My breast the fuell which includes the same;
Thou art my Vesta, thou my Goddesse art,
Thy hollowed Temple, onely is my heart.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: To The Vestalls

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