Whenas you gather flowers about this fountain, Among the lesser lights as is the Moon, Blushing through scarf of clouds on Latmos mountain As is our earth in absence of the sun, Or wanting grass a mead, a vale, a mountain,- Ne'er think of pleasure, heart!-eyes! shun the sun; DRUMMOND 63 SWEET MADRIGAL WEET ROSE! whence is this hue Whence this most fragrant smell? And whence this form and gracing grace in you? Or odoriferous Enna's plains you fed, MADRIGAL DÆDAL of my death A — I semble now that subtle worm uneath : I feed on fading leaves Of hope, which me deceives And thousand webs doth warp within my breast. A fast-shut prison— No! but even a grave. WILLIAM BROWNE VENUS AND ADONIS ENUS by Adonis' side. Crying kiss'd and kissing cried; Wrung her hands and tore her hair For Adonis dying there. Stay! quoth she: O stay and live! To the earth her sweetest flowers On his face, still as he bled, For each drop a tear she shed, Which she kiss'd or wiped away,— Else had drown'd him where he lay. Fair Proserpina, quoth she, Shall not have thee yet from me; Nor thy soul to fly begin While my lips can keep it in. Here she closed again. And some Apollo would have come Say To have cured his wounded limb,— But that she had smother'd him. ROBERT HERRICK GLI THE TEAR LIDE, gentle Streams! and bear To that coy Girl Who smiles, yet slays Me with delays, And strings my tears as pearl. See! see! She's yonder set, Of maiden flowers: And pendant pearl of ours! Then say I've sent one more Gem to enrich her store; Which I can send Or vainly spend, For tears no more will fall. Nor will I seek supply Of them, the springs once dry; But I'll devise L (Among the rest) A way that's best How I may save mine eyes. Yet say, should She condemn Then say, my part Must be to weep Out them, to keep A poor yet loving heart. Say too, She would have this: And nothing have To send or save, I'm sure She 'll ask no more. R TO WATER-NYMPHS DRINKING AT A FOUNTAIN EACH with your whiter hands to me Some crystal of the spring! And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing. Or else, sweet Nymphs! do you but this: |