The World by Henry Vaughan I saw Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright ; And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled. The doting Lover in his quaintest strain Did there complain ; Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights, Wit’s sour delights ; With gloves and knots, the silly snares of pleasure ; Yet his dear treasure All scattered lay, while he his eyes did pour Upon a flower. 2. The darksome Statesman hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight fog, moved there so slow He did nor stay nor go ; Comdemning thoughts, like sad eclipses, scowl Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. Yet digged the mole, and, lest his ways b