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thou say I am forsworn,
That fond impossibility.
A tedious twelve-hours' space!
And rob thee of a new embrace,
Ah! braid no more that shining hair ;
From the Sun-rise; a Poem. THOU youthful goddess of the morn,
Whose blush they in the east adore, Daughter of Phæbus, who before Thy all-enlightening sire art born! Haste, and restore the day to me, That my love's beauteous object I may see.
Too much of time the night devours,
The cock's shrill voice calls thee again, Then quickly mount thy golden wain, Drawn by the softly-sliding hours, And make apparent to all eyes With what enamel thou dost paint the skies. Ah, now I see the sweetest dawn!
Thrice welcome to my longing sight!
Hail, divine beauty, heavenly light; I see thee through yon cloud of lawn Appear, and as thy star does glide, Blanching with rays the east on every side. Dull silence, and the drowsy king
Of sad and melancholy dreams,
Now fly before thy cheerful beams,
Sweetly the listening ear enthral,
With holy reverence inspir'd,
When first the day renews its light,
The earth, at so divine à sight,
Having his humble homage paid,
And to some cool retired shade
Buzzing, to drink the morning's tears,
And from the early lily bears
&c. &c. &c.
• The remainder of this poem would now be thought forced and unnatural,
SIR ROBERT HOWARD.
To the inconstant Cynthia. IN thy fair breast, and once fair soul,
I thought my vows were writ alone :
That I no more could read my own.
Our tears as well must be unkind;
And I that did such falseness find. Thus we must unconcern'd remain In our divided joys and pain. Yet we may love, but on this different score, You what I am, I what you were before.
THE RESOLUTION. No, Cynthia, never think I can
Love a divided heart and mind; Your sunshine love to every man,
Appears alike as great as kind. None but the duller Persians kneel,
And the bright god of beams implore ; Whilst others equal influence feel,
That never did the god adore. Though I resolve to love no more,
Since I did once, I will advise : The love of conquests now give o'er; Disquiets wait on victories.