And fates not hope betray), Which, only white, deserves A diamond for ever should it mark: This is the morn should bring into this grove My Love, to hear and recompense my love. But show thy blushing beams, And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus' streams Did once thy heart surprise : Nay, suns, which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear. A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre, Let zephyr only breathe And with her tresses play, Kissing sometimes these purple ports of death. The winds all silent are; Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels : The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue: Here is the place And nothing wanting is, save She, alas! Drummond of Hawthornden. THE LOVE-CALL 5 THE LOVE-CALL PHYLLIDA. Corydon, arise, my Corydon ! CORYDON. Who is it that calleth Corydon? PHYL. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee, Arise and keep thy flock with me! I come and keep my flock with thee. PHYL. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon; COR. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one, PHYL. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, To knit thee, to knit thee, A pair of stockings white as milk. COR. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, A bonnet to withstand the heat. PHYL. I will gather flowers, my Corydon, COR. I will gather pears, my lovely one, PHYL. I will buy my true love garters gay To wear about his legs so tall. COR. I will buy my true love yellow say,1 To wear about her middle small. PHYL. When my Corydon sits on a hill COR. When my lovely one goes to her wheel, PHYL. Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness, for sweetness, Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. COR. And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness, for clearness, Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. PHYL. Had my Corydon, my Corydon, COR. Had my lovely one, my lovely one, PHYL. Cynthia Endymion had refused, My Corydon to play withal. COR. The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing, bequeathing My Phyllida the golden ball. 1 Soie, silk. CORINNA'S MAYING PHYL. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon, COR. Under yonder beech, my lovely one, PHYL. Say to her thy true love was not here: To-morrow is another day. COR. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; Heaven keep our loves alway! VI Anon. CORINNA'S MAYING GET up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Nay! not so much as out of bed? Nay, profanation, to keep in, Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May. Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair : Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth! Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying. Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove, And sin no more, as we have done, by staying, |