WHEN Cynthia sitting on her siluer throne First told my Muse the story you shall heare, She strictly charg'd her not to make it knowne, For any cause, to any mortall eare Till 'twas related (as it once should be) To some rare Prince of royall progenie. The reason was (it seemes) That since herein Some actions are of gods and passions shewne, She thought it fit that to some nearest kin To them (great Prince) it should at first be knowne: Tender alliance, and a Princely brest To heare and judge of such occurrents best. This Muse (therfore) as Cynthia did her binde Hath safely kept this secret undisclos'd Till now, that, in your gracious forme, a minde She findes (Sir) so celestially dispos'd That she is full resolued it is you The Delian Queene directed her vnto. May't please you (then) to lend the Moone your light Thus shadow'd vnder these ecliptique lines, Your Sun-like gloryes shall not shine lesse bright, But more, that Cynthia by your lustre shines, And to your greatnesse purchase more divinesse By more devoteing her vnto your highnesse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAD AND CHEERFUL SONGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |