Nativity - John Donne

Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,

Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.

There he hath made himself to his intent

Weak enough, now into our world to come.

But O! for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room?

Yet lay Him in this stall, 1 and from th’ orient,

Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent

The effects 2 of Herod’s jealous general doom.

See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, 3 how He

Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?

Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,

That would have need to be pitied by thee?

Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,

With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

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John Donne (1572 - 1631) England

Source: The Poems of John Donne, ed. by E.K. Chambers. Lawrence & Bullen, 1896