The Metaphysical and devotional poet George Herbert wrote some of my favourite poems. I particularly enjoy his Easter poems including this one:
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee.
The sun arising in the East,
Though he give light and th’ East perfume,
If they should offer to contest
With Thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many suns to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we miss:
There is but one, and that one ever.
I also love this detail of George Herbert from a larger stained glass window located in St Andrew's, Bemerton, also known as George Herbert's church, and somewhere I definitely want to visit.