THE LAST CHANCE. INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done; you get no more of me: And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, MICHAEL DRAYTON. TO THE RIVER ANKOR. |LEAR Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrined Saint, my fair Idea lies, O blessed Brook, whose milk-white swans adore The crystal stream refined by her eyes, Where sweet myrrh-breathing zephyr in the spring Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing, Say thus, fair Brook, when thou shalt see thy queen, And here to thee he sacrificed his tears: Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone; MICHAEL DRAYTON. ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable night, Relieve my languish, and restore the light: With dark forgetting of my care return, SAMUEL DANIEL. REMEMBRANCE. HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, The sad account of fore-bemoanëd moan, But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. * 44 SUNSHINE AND CLOUD. ULL many a glorious morning have I seen Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; And from the forlorn world his visage hide, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth |