What bright soft thing is this? Sweet Mary thy faire Eyes expence? A moist sparke it is, A watry Diamond; from whence The very Terme, I think, was found The water of a Diamond. O 'tis not a Teare, 'Tis a starre about to drop From thine eye its spheare; The Sunne will stoope and take it up. Proud will his sister be to weare This thine eyes Jewell in her Eare. O 'tis a Teare, Too true a Teare; for no sad eyne, How sad so e're Raine so true a Teare as thine; Each Drop leaving a place so deare, Weeps for it selfe, is its owne Teare. Such a Pearle as this is, (Slipt from Aurora's dewy Brest) The Rose buds sweet lip kisses; And such the Rose it selfe when vext With ungentle flames, does shed, Sweating in too warme a Bed. Such the Maiden Gemme By the wanton Spring put on, Peeps from her Parent stemme, And blushes on the manly Sun: This watry Blossome of thy Eyne Ripe, will make the richer Wine. Faire Drop, why quak'st thou so? 'Cause thou streight must lay thy Head In the Dust? o no; The Dust shall never bee thy Bed: A pillow for thee will I bring, Stuft with Downe of Angels wing. Thus carryed up on high, (For to Heaven thou must goe) Sweetly shalt thou lye, And in soft slumbers bath thy woe; Till the singing Orbes awake thee, And one of their bright Chorus make thee. There thy selfe shalt bee An eye, but not a weeping one, Yet I doubt of thee, Whither th'hadst rather there have shone An eye of Heaven; or still shine here In th'Heaven of Mary's eye, a Teare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 2 by GEORGE SANTAYANA LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE VERSES: THE SECOND BOY by JOHN BYROM TO THE READER OF MASTER WILLIAM D'AVENANT'S PLAY, 'THE WITS' by THOMAS CAREW |