Nor shines the moon in heaven unseen, The spells of the enchanter lie Not on his own lone heart, his own rapt ear and eye. I look upon a face as fair As ever made a lip of heaven: Falter amid its music-prayer! The first-lit star of summer even Springs not so softly on the eye, Nor grows, with watching, half so bright,. Nor, mid its sisters of the sky, So seems of heaven the dearest light; Men murmur where that face is seen My youth's angelic dream was of that look and mien. Yet, though we deem the stars are blest, And love the minstrel for his spell And everything most sweet and fair That souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.. PERFECTION DESIRED. SHALL I like a hermit dwell, What care I how fair she be? Were her tresses angel-gold; Were her hands as rich a prize, No; she must be perfect snow, SILENT LOVE. WRONG not, sweet mistress of my heart! Since if my plaints were not to' approve For knowing that I sue to serve I rather choose to want relief, Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; Then wrong not, dearest to my heart! He smarteth most who hides his smart, LOVE'S SUPPLICATION, O Do not wanton with those eyes, Nor cast them down; but let them rise, O be not angry with those fires, O do not steep them in thy tears, THE KISS. FOR love's sake, kiss me once again! Why do you doubt, or stay? I'll taste as lightly as the Bee, That doth but touch his flower, and flies away. Once more, and (faith) I will be gone : Can he that loves, ask less than one? And all your bounty wrong; This could be call'd but half a kiss. What we're but once to do, we should do long. I will but mend the last; and tell Join lip to lip, and try Each to suck other's breath; And, whilst our tongues perplexed lie, Let who will think us dead, or wish our death! LOVE'S CAPTIVITY. LET fools great Cupid's yoke disdain, Her murdering glances, snaring hairs, The sweet afflictions that disease me. Hide not those panting balls of snow, And let those eyes whose motion wheels And wounds themselves have made discover! TRUE LOVE. How ill doth he deserve a Lover's name, Cannot retain His heart, in spite of absence or disdain; True love can never change his seat; Nor did he ever love, that could retreat. That noble flame which my breast keeps alive, Still shall survive When my soul's fled; |