What Matters

I can not open my eyes,
But you're ready to capture
My morning and soul of the victim:
So we must needs this game a day.

My God, what a heart?
Silver or gold, precious stones,
Or Star or rainbow, or a part of
All these things or all of them in one?

My God, what a heart?
You also should'st eye, and Woo,
Iron, which makes all your art
As if you Hasten nothing else to do?

For man the Estate
Amounts (and rich) for you:
He did not create Heaven and earth,
Studies but is not him, who she is.

Teach me your love of knowledge;
That this new light, now I see
May the work and workers show
Then, in a Sun-Beam, I'm going down on you.