215 216 TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, But you are lovely leaves, where we Into the grave. CORINNA'S MAYING GET up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew-bespangled herb and tree! Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east, Above an hour since, yet you not drest; Nay! not so much as out of bed? When all the birds have matins said, Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, 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 open fields, and we not see 't? There's not a budding boy or girl this day Back, and with white-thorn laden home. And some have wept and woo'd, and plighted troth, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament: Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd: yet we're not a-Maying Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run So when or you or I are made Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, 217 FRANCIS QUARLES [1592-1644] AN ECSTASY E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks, 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: If all those glittering Monarchs, that command Their wealth is but a counter to my coin: GEORGE HERBERT [1593-1633] 218 219 LOVE LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked anything. 'A guest,' I answered, 'worthy to be here:' 'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 'Who made the eyes but I?' Truth, Lord; but I have marred them: let my shame 'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?' 'You must sit down,' says Love, ' and taste my meat.' So I did sit and eat. VIRTUE SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 220 Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, THE ELIXIR TEACH me, my God and King, Not rudely, as a beast To run into an action; 'A man that looks on glass On it may stay his eye, Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy. All may of Thee partake Nothing can be so mean Which with his tincture, 'for Thy sake,' A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. |