Thy Azure Robe, I did behold, As ayrie as the leaves of gold; Which erring here, and wandring there, Pleas'd with transgression ev'ry where: Sometimes 'two'd pant, and sigh, and heave, As if to stir it scarce had leave: But having got it; thereupon, 'Two'd make a brave expansion. And pounc't with Stars, it shew'd to me Like a Celestiall Canopie. Sometimes 'two'd blaze, and then abate, Like to a flame growne moderate: Sometimes away 'two'd wildly fling; Then to thy thighs so closely cling, That some conceit did melt me downe, As Lovers fall into a swoone: And all confus'd, I there did lie Drown'd in Delights; but co'd not die. That Leading Cloud, I follow'd still, Hoping t'ave seene of it my fill; But ah! I co'd not: sho'd it move To Life Eternal, I co'd love. |