VALEDICTION, FORBIDDING MOURNING Dull sublunary lovers' love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit But we, by a love so far refined, Careless, eyes, lips and hands to miss, -Our two souls therefore, which are one, A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so And though it in the centre sit, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home Such wilt thou be to me, who must, 209 J. Donne. CCXXXVII THE GREAT ADVENTURE As careful merchants do expecting stand, Upon a great adventure it is bound, Whose safe return will valued be at more Than all the wealthy prizes which have crown'd The golden wishes of an age before. Out of the East jewels of worth she brings; And were it mine, they nor their crowns should buy. The sapphires ringèd on her panting breast The melting rubies on her cherry lip Are of such power to hold, that as one day 1 Is lacking. AN ECSTASY The sweets of Candy are no sweets to me As her sweet breath so powerful to entice. O hasten then! and if thou be not gone Unto that wishèd traffic through the main, If in the mean rude waves have it oppress'd 211 Wm. Browne. CCXXXVIII AN ECSTASY E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames, Where in a greater current they conjoin: So I my Best-belovèd's am; so He is mine. E'en so we met; and after long pursuit, No need for either to renew a suit, For I was flax, and He was flames of fire: So I If all those glittering Monarchs, that command CCXXXIX THE TRIUMPH SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty And enamour'd do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth! Do but mark-her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her; BRIDAL SONG And from her arch'd brows, such a grace As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife. Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touch'd it? Have marked but the fall of the snow you Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier, Or have tasted the bag of the bee? CCXL 213 B. Jonson. BRIDAL SONG ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, firstborn child of Ver; |