Poems on Several Occasions | ||
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I
See, how like Twilight Slumber fallsT'obscure the glory of those balls,
And, as she sleeps,
See how Light creeps
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The rayie fringe of her fair Eyes.
II
Observe Loves feuds, how fast they fly,To every heart, from her clos'd Eye,
What then will she,
When waking, be?
A glowing Light for all t'admire,
Such, as would set the World on fire.
III
Then seal her Eye-lids, gentle Sleep,Whiles cares of her mine open keep;
Lock up, I say,
Those Doors of Day,
Which with the Morn for Lustre strive,
That I may look on her, and live.
Poems on Several Occasions | ||