LOVE'S RECORDS 13 I'LL tell thee now, dear love, what thou shalt do How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus, How thine may out-endure Sibyl's glory, and obscure Her who from Pindar could allure, 14 And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame, '5 And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and Study our manuscripts, those myriads Of letters which have pass'd 'twixt thee and me; Thence write our annals, and in them will be To all whom love's subliming fire invades Rule and example found. There the faith of any ground No schismatic will dare to wound, That sees, how Love this grace to us affords, This book, as long-lived as the elements, Or as the world's form, this all-gravèd tome In cypher writ, or new made idiom, Should again the ravenous Vandals and Goths invade us, Learning were safe; in this our universe, Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels verse. THE COMPUTATION FOR my first twenty years, since yesterday, I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty on hopes, that thou wouldst they might last; Tears drown'd one hundred, and sighs blew out two; Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die? THE LEGACY WHEN last I died, and, dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an hour ago (And lovers' hours be full eternity) I can remember yet, that I Something did say, and something did bestow, Though I be dead, which meant me I should be I heard me say, "Tell her anon, That myself," that is you, not I, "Did kill me; " and when I felt me die, I bid me send my heart, when I was gone; But I alas! could there find none, When I had ripp'd, and search'd where hearts should lie; It kill'd me again, that I who still was true In life, in my last will should cozen you. Yet I found something like a heart, It was not good, it was not bad, It was entire to none, and few had part; |