Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FROM ROSY BOWERS, by THOMAS D'URFEY


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FROM ROSY BOWERS, by                    
First Line: From rosy bowers, where sleeps the god of love
Last Line: Ere thus, in vain, adore.
Subject(s): Goddesses & Gods; Love; Mythology


FROM rosy bowers, where sleeps the god of love,
Hither, ye little waiting cupids, fly;
Teach me, in soft, melodious strains to move,
With tender passion my heart's darling joy:
Ah! let the soul of musick tune my voice,
To win dear Strephon, who my soul enjoys.

Or, if more influencing
Is to be brisk and airy,
With a step and a bound,
And a frisk from the ground,
I'll trip like any fairy.
As once, on Ida dancing
Were three celestial bodies,
With an air and a face,
And a shape and a grace,
I'll charm like beauty's goddess.

Ah! ah! 'tis in vain, 'tis all in vain,
Death and despair must end the fatal pain;
Cold, cold despair, disguised like snow and rain,
Falls on my breast; bleak winds in tempests blow,
My veins all shiver, and my fingers glow,
My pulse beats a dead march for lost repose,
And to a solid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze.

Or say, ye powers, my peace to crown,
Shall I thaw myself, or drown
Among the foaming billows,
Increasing all with tears I shed,
On beds of ooze, and crystal pillows.
Lay down my love-sick head?

No, no, no, no, I'll straight run mad,
That soon my heart will warm;
When once the sense is fled,
Love has no power to charm
Wild thro' the woods I'll fly;
Robes, locks, shall thus be tore,
A thousand deaths I'll die,
Ere thus, in vain, adore.





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