Poetry of the legends part 3
St. John Baptist Painted by her self in the Wilderness, with Angels appearing to him, and with a Lamb by him - Anne Killigrew
THe Sun's my Fire, when it does shine,
The hollow Spring's my Cave of Wine,
The Rocks and Woods afford me Meat;
This Lamb and I on one Dish eat:
The neighbouring Herds my Garments send,
My Pallet the kind Earth doth lend:
Excess and Grandure I decline,
M'Associates onely are Divine.
