1. SEE where she sits, and in what comely wise, Drops Teares more faire then others' Eyes! Ah, charming Maid, let not ill Fortune see Th' attire thy sorrow weares, Nor know the beauty of thy Teares: For she'll still come to dresse her selfe in Thee. 2. As starres reflect on waters, so I spye In every drop (me thinks) her Eye. The Baby, which lives there, and alwaies plays In that illustrious sphear, Like a Narcissus does appear, Whilst in his flood the lovely Boy did gaze. 3. Nere yet did I behold so glorious weather As this Sun-shine and Rain together. Pray Heaven her Forehead, that pure Hill of Snow, (For some such Fountain we must find To Waters of so fair a kind) Melt not, to feed that beauteous stream below. 4. Ah, mighty Love, that it were inward Heat Which made this pretious Lymbeck sweat! But what, alas, ah what does it avail That she weeps Tears so wond'rous cold, As scarce the Asse's hoof can hold, So cold, that I admire they fall not Haile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY CACOETHES SCRIBENDI by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |