What bright soft thing is this? Sweet Mary thy faire Eyes expence? A moist sparke it is, A watry Diamond; from whence The very Terme, I think, was found The water of a Diamond. O 'tis not a Teare, 'Tis a starre about to drop From thine eye its spheare; The Sunne will stoope and take it up. Proud will his sister be to weare This thine eyes Jewell in her Eare. O 'tis a Teare, Too true a Teare; for no sad eyne, How sad so e're Raine so true a Teare as thine; Each Drop leaving a place so deare, Weeps for it selfe, is its owne Teare. Such a Pearle as this is, (Slipt from Aurora's dewy Brest) The Rose buds sweet lip kisses; And such the Rose it selfe when vext With ungentle flames, does shed, Sweating in too warme a Bed. Such the Maiden Gemme By the wanton Spring put on, Peeps from her Parent stemme, And blushes on the manly Sun: This watry Blossome of thy Eyne Ripe, will make the richer Wine. Faire Drop, why quak'st thou so? 'Cause thou streight must lay thy Head In the Dust? o no; The Dust shall never bee thy Bed: A pillow for thee will I bring, Stuft with Downe of Angels wing. Thus carryed up on high, (For to Heaven thou must goe) Sweetly shalt thou lye, And in soft slumbers bath thy woe; Till the singing Orbes awake thee, And one of their bright Chorus make thee. There thy selfe shalt bee An eye, but not a weeping one, Yet I doubt of thee, Whither th'hadst rather there have shone An eye of Heaven; or still shine here In th'Heaven of Mary's eye, a Teare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO A GARDEN -- ON LEAVING IT by WILLIAM BARNES OF HYM THAT TOGYDER WYLL SERVE TWO MAYSTERS by SEBASTIAN BRANT |