Callst thou me Friend? What Rhetorick is this? It is a Piece of heavenly Blandishments. Can I befriend thee, Lord? Grace dost thou miss Miss name me by such lushous Complements. The Poles may kiss and Paralells meet I trow And Sun the Full moon buss, e're I do so. 'Twould be too much for Speeches Minted Stamp. Sure it would set sweet Grace nigh on the Wrack To assert I could befriend thee and her Cramp. Methinke this tune night makes thy Harp Strings crack. Yet Graces note claims kindred nigh this knell Saying Eate Oh Friend, Yea drinke Beloved Well. Friend, and Beloved calld to and welcom'd thus At thy Rich Garden feast with spiced joy. If any else had let such Dainties rush It would be counted sauced blasphemy. But seing Graces Clouds such rain impart, Her Hony fall for joy makes leape my heart. A Friend, yea the best friend that heaven hath Thou art to me; how do thy sweet lips drop Thy Gospell Hony Dews her sky display'th Oh Sweetness such never to be forgot. All Trees of Spices planted in this plot Rich hung with Hony dews that on them dropt. Thou drinkst thy Gardens Syllabub in trine Honide with the drops thy Hony Comb distills. Thou drinkst a Cup to me of't spiced wine And bidst mee pledge thee and I pledge will. My heart top full of these sweet dainties comes Runs over with thy prais in sweetest songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THE BEE by SARA TEASDALE THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |