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Since thy dread son will have it so.

And while thou goest, our song and we
Will, as we may, reach after thee.

Hail, holy queen of humble hearts!

We in thy praise will have our parts.

And though thy dearest looks must now give light To none but the blest heavens, whose bright

Beholders, lost in sweet delight,

Feed for ever their fair sight

With those divinest eyes, which we

And our dark world no more shall see;

Though our poor eyes are parted so,
Yet shall our lips never let go
Thy gracious name, but to the last
Our loving song shall hold it fast.
Thy precious name shall be
Thyself to us, and we

With holy care will keep it by us.

We to the last

Will hold it fast,

And no Assumption shall deny us.

All the sweetest showers

Of our fairest flowers

Will we strow upon it.

Though our sweets cannot make

It sweeter, they can take

Themselves new sweetness from it.

Maria, men and angels sing,

Maria, mother of our King.

Live, rosy princess, live, and may the bright
Crown of a most incomparable light
Embrace thy radiant brows. O may the best
Of everlasting joys bathe thy white breast.

Live, our chaste love, the holy mirth
Of heaven; the humble pride of earth.
Live, crown of women; queen of men ;
Live, mistress of our song. And when
Our weak desires have done their best,
Sweet angels come, and sing the rest.

CIII.

SIR RICHARD LOVELACE, 1618-1658.

TO LUCASTA. GOING BEYOND THE SEAS.

IF to be absent were to be

Away from thee;

Or that when I am gone,

You or I were alone;

Then my Lucasta might I crave

Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave.

But I'll not sigh one blast or gale

To swell my sail,

Or pay a tear to 'suage

The foaming blew-god's rage;

For whether he will let me pass

Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.

Though seas and land betwixt us both,

Our faith and troth,

Like separated souls,

All time and space controls:

Above the highest sphere we meet,

Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet.

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So then we do anticipate

Our after-fate,

And are alive i' the skies,

If thus our lips and eyes
Can speak like spirits unconfined

In heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.

CIV.

TO LUCASTA. GOING TO THE WARS.

ELL me not, sweet, I am unkind,

TELL

That from the nunnery

Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind

To war and arms I fly.

True; a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;

And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore ;

I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.

CV.

TO ALTHEA; FROM PRISON.

THEN Love with unconfined wings

WHE

Hovers within my gates,

And my divine Althea brings

To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye;
The gods that wanton in the air,

Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the deep,

Know no such liberty.

When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my king;

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