Bright Goddesse, (whether Jove thy father be; Or Jove a father will be made by thee) Oh crowne these praie'rs (mov'd in a happy hower) But with one cordiall smile. for (loe) that power Of Loves all-daring hand, that makes me burne, Makes me confess't. Oh, doe not thou with scorn, Great Nymph, o'relooke my lownesse. heav'n you know, And all their fellow Deities will bow Ev'en to the naked'st vowes. thou art my fate; To thee the Parcae have given up of late My threds of life. if then I shall not live By thee; by thee yet lett me die. this give, High beauties soveraigne, that my funerall flames May draw their first breath from thy starry beames. The Phaenix selfe shall not more proudly burne, That fetcheth fresh life from her fruitfull urne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 12 by JAMES JOYCE OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |