Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CANTIC. CHAP. 2, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT


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CANTIC. CHAP. 2, by                
First Line: Rise up, my love, my fairest one / make no delay
Last Line: And come away.


RISE up, my Love, my Fairest One
Make no delay;
Now Winters utmost Blast hath blown
Himselfe away.

The Clowdy Curtaines drawn aside
To free ye light,
No drop is left, pure Heav'n to hide
From Thy full Sight.

The cheerly Earth doth as She may
Reflect Heavns Face,
With flowry Constellations gay
In every place.

Our Birds sit tuning their soft throats
The Angels Quire
To eccho back: The Turtles Notes
With them conspire.

The teeming Fig-tree's new borne Brood
Abroad appeare:
Vines & young Grapes breathe out a good
And wholsome Aire.

All Sweets invite Us to lay downe
Our dull delay
Rise up, my Love, my Fairest One
And come away.





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