SIRENA Strow me the ground with Daffadowndillies, And the Chevisaunce 2 Shall match with the fair Flower-delice.3 LXVI Spenser. SIRENA NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth ; She to whom Nature lent Have for their greater state Wherewith to crown her, As it belonged to them Most to renown her. 59 Henceforth of all the rest Be thou the River Which, as the daintiest, Puts them down ever. For as my precious one O'er thee doth travel, She to pearl paragon Turneth thy gravel. On thy bank.. Our mournful Philomel, That rarest tuner, Henceforth in April Shall wake the sooner, For when my Love too long Oft have I seen the Sun, To do her honour, To look upon her; Every hill near her, Striving to cheer her: SIRENA And when she from his sight He, as it had been night, The verdant meads are seen, When she doth view them, Nor flower is so sweet In this large cincture, Leaveth some tincture. The fishes in the flood, When she doth angle, For the hook strive a-good Them to entangle ; And leaping on the land, From the clear water, Their scales upon the sand Lavishly scatter; -Therewith to pave the mould Whereon she passes, So herself to behold As in her glasses. On thy bank. 61 When she looks out by night, The stars stand gazing, Like comets to our sight Fearfully blazing; As wond'ring at her eyes With their much brightness, Which so amaze the skies, Dimming their lightness. The raging tempests are calm When she speaketh, Such most delightsome balm From her lips breaketh. On thy bank. Should you compare her. Angels her eye-lids keep, All hearts surprising ; Which look whilst she doth sleep Knoweth true measure, And her unmatched mind Is heaven's treasure. Fair Dove and Derwent clear, Boast ye your beauties, To Trent your mistress here Yet pay your duties : SIRENA My Love was higher born Nor would she none should dream Where she abideth, Humble as is the stream Which by her slideth. Yet my poor rustic Muse On thy bank, In a rank, Let thy swans sing her, And with their music Along let them bring her. M. Drayton. 63 |