VII So since this name was cut, When love and grief their exaltation had, 'T will make thee; and thou shouldst, till I return, Since I die daily, daily mourn. L A VALEDICTION OF WEEPING LET me pour forth My tears before thy face, while I stay here, Pregnant of thee. Fruits of much grief they are, emblèms of more ; On a round ball_ A workman, that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afric, and an Asiä, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all; So doth each tear, Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven, dis solvèd so. O! More than moon, Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere; Weep me not dead in thine arms, but forbear To teach the sea, what it may do too soon; Let not the wind Example find To do me more harm than it purposeth. Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death. Soul's joy, now I am gone, And you alone,— Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, Yet when unto our eyes Let not thy wit beweep Wounds but sense deep ; For when we miss By distance our hopes-joining bliss, Even then our souls shall kiss ; Fools have no means to meet, But by their feet; LA |