I. Go, gentle Oriana, go, Thou seest the Gods will have it so; Alas! alas! 'tis much in vain Of their ill usage to complain, To curse them when we want relief, Lessens our courage, not our grief: Dear Oriana, wipe thine eye, The time may come that thou and I Shall meet again, long, long to prove What vigour absence adds to love. Smile, Oriana, then, and let me see That look again, which stole my liberty. II. But say that Oriana die (And that sad moment may be nigh), The Gods that for a year can sever, If it please them, can part us ever; They that refresh, can make us weep, And into Death can lengthen sleep. Kind Oriana, should I hear The thing I so extremely fear, 'Twill not be strange, if it be said, After a while, I too am dead. Weep, Oriana, weep, for who does know Whether we e'er shall meet again below? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THEMISTA'S REPROOF by RICHARD BRATHWAITE FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) HELEN'S FACE A BOOK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 120 by BLISS CARMAN REJUVENATION by ALICE LOUISE CARY |