The day draweth nearer, And morrow ends our meeting, Ere they take thee sleeping Be up -- away, my treasure! Soft, leave her breasts all unheeded, Far hence though the master still remaineth! For soon uptil our earth regaineth The sun all embraces dividing. N'er grew pleasure all unimpeded, N'er was delight lest passion won, And to the wise man the fit occasion Has not yet refused a full measure: Be up -- away, my treasure! If that my love thy bosom inflameth With honest purpose and just intention, To free me from my soul's contention Give over joys the day shameth; Who thee lameth he also me lameth, And my good grace builds all in thy good grace; Be up -- away! Fear leaveth place, That thou art here, no more unto pleasure, Be up -- away, my treasure! Although thou with a sleep art wresting, 'Tis rightful thou bringst it close, That of the favor one meeting shows An hundred may hence be attesting. 'Tis fitting too thou shouldst be mindful That the ease which we lose now, in kind, full Many a promise holds for our leisure; Ere they take thee sleeping; Be up -- away, my treasure! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERENA MY HEART'S LICHT I WAD DEE by GRISELL BAILLIE TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |