1. Glide, gentle streams, and beare Along with you my teare To that coy Girle; Who smiles, yet slayes Me with delayes; And strings my tears as Pearle. 2. See! see she's yonder set, Making a Carkanet Of Maiden-flowers! There, there present This Orient, And Pendant Pearle of ours. 3. Then say, I've sent one more Jem to enrich her store; And that is all Which I can send, Or vainly spend, For tears no more will fall. 4. Nor will I seek supply Of them, the spring's once drie; But Ile devise, (Among the rest) A way that's best How I may save mine eyes. 5. Yet say; sho'd she condemne Me to surrender them; Then say; my part Must be to weep Out them, to keep A poore, yet loving heart. 6. Say too, She wo'd have this; She shall: Then my hope is, That when I'm poore, And nothing have To send, or save; I'm sure she'll ask no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE CANARY by KAREN SWENSON STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SEEKING WATERS by DORIS R. BECK |