Doe not repyine fayre sun to see these eyne welcomer far then thyne To see the beames of a moore glorius face Shine one his natiue place And ouerrun the to his Northerne lyne fayre sonn doe not repyine And yea thrise blessed bowers with longe agone His cradle rocked one Which at the first that vitall breath did geue whereby our worlde doth liue Doe not inuie the spheres of heauen aboue In his deare lyght and loue whose presens vnder Arthures seate can frame An Eden both indeede and name | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 19. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED by JOHN DONNE TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 57. AL-HAMID by EDWIN ARNOLD SILVER ANNIVERSARY by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |