Rouse up thyself, my gentle muse, Though now our green conceits be grey, And yet once more do not refuse To take thy Phrygian harp, and play In honour of this cheerful day: Long may they both contend to prove, That best of crowns is such a love. Make first a song of joy, and love, Which chastely flames in royal eyes, Then tune it to the spheres above, When the benignest stars do rise, And sweet conjunctions grace the skies. Long may etc. To this let all good hearts resound, Whilst diadems invest his head; Long may he live, whose life doth bound More than his laws, and better led By high example, than by dread. Long may etc. Long may he round about him see His roses, and his lilies blown: Long may his only dear, and he Joy in ideas of their own, And kingdom's hopes so timely sown. Long may they both contend to prove, That best of crowns is such a love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |