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Rise ; and put on your foliage, and be seen
15 To come forth, like the Spring-time, fresh and green,
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
20 Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls un wept:
Come, and receive them while the light
Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
Made green, and trimm’d with trees : see how
An ark, a tabernacle is,
Can such delights be in the street,
The proclamation made for May :
There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day,
A deal of youth, ere this, is come
And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth,
Many a green-gown has been given ;
From out the eye, Love's firmament:
55 This night, and locks pick'd :-Yet we're not a Maying.
-Come, let us go, while we are in our prime;
We shall grow old apace, and die
As fast away as does the sun :-
So when or you or I are made
Lies drown'd with us in endless night.
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
WHENAS in silks my Julia goes
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,
It doth so well become her :
For Winter, Spring, and Summer,
ON A GIRDLE.
That which her slender waist confined
It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,
A narrow con pass! and yet there
A MYSTICAL ECSTASY.
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streanis, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin : 5 So I my Best-Belovéd's am: so He is mine.
E’en so we met; and after long pursuit,
E'en so we join'd; we both became entire ; No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax and he was flames of fire :
Our firm-united souls did more than twine ; So I my Best-Belovéd's am ; so he is mine.
If all those glittering Monarchs that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball, Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all :
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin : The world's but theirs ; but my Belovéd's mine.
CXXIV, TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be :
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
That heart I'll give to thee.