 | The poems of William Habington |  |
The harmony of Love.
Amphion, O thou holy shade!
Bring Orpheus up with thee:
That wonder may you both invade,
Hearing Loves harmony.
You who are soule, not rudely made
Vp, with Materiall eares,
Are fit to reach the musique of these spheares.
Bring Orpheus up with thee:
That wonder may you both invade,
Hearing Loves harmony.
You who are soule, not rudely made
Vp, with Materiall eares,
Are fit to reach the musique of these spheares.
Harke! when Castara's orbs doe move
By my first moving eyes,
How great the Symphony of Love,
But 'tis the destinies
Will not so farre my prayer approve,
To bring you hither, here
Lest you meete heaven, for Elizium there.
By my first moving eyes,
How great the Symphony of Love,
But 'tis the destinies
Will not so farre my prayer approve,
To bring you hither, here
Lest you meete heaven, for Elizium there.
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Tis no dull Sublunary flame
Burnes in her heart and mine.
But something more, then hath a name.
So subtle and divine,
We know not why, nor how it came.
Which shall shine bright, till she
And the whole world of love, expire with me.
Burnes in her heart and mine.
But something more, then hath a name.
So subtle and divine,
We know not why, nor how it came.
Which shall shine bright, till she
And the whole world of love, expire with me.
| The poems of William Habington | |