When I goe Hence ye Closet-Gods, I feare Never againe to have ingression here: Where I have had, what ever thing co'd be Pleasant, and precious to my Muse and me. Besides rare sweets, I had a Book which none Co'd reade the Intext but my selfe alone. About the Cover of this Book there went A curious-comely clean Compartlement: And, in the midst, to grace it more, was set A blushing-pretty-peeping Rubelet: But now 'tis clos'd; and being shut, & seal'd, Be it, O be it, never more reveal'd! Keep here still, Closet-Gods, 'fore whom I've set Oblations oft, of sweetest Marmelet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LOST LADY: SONG by WILLIAM BERKLEY IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION |