 | Poems Divine, and Humane |  |
To his Mistresse, when shee was going into the Country.
Yes, yes, it must be so, but must there be,When you depart, no memory had of mee,
My soule being rack't as large a distance too
To meete you there, as I must be from you,
While the glad spring for joy you shall be seene
Meete your approach, and cloath her selfe in greene.
And the fresh morning to salute your rise,
Bedewes the ground from it's o'rejoyed eyes,
For joy like griefe, we know, sometimes appeares,
Writ on our cheekes, with characters of teares.
Goe and be happy, goe, and when you see
The trusty Ivy claspe it's much loved tree,
And with it's amorous intwinings cover
The welcome waste of it's imbraced lover:
Thinke it our Embleme then, and prov'd to be
The happy shadow of my love and mee.
Goe and be happy, and when some sweet brookes
(Calme as thy thoughts, and smooth as are thy lookes)
Show thee thy face, then let thy thoughts supply
And though I be not, thinke that I am by;
I must be by thee, be thou where thou can.
Goe, and when pretty birds on some small spray,
Neere to thy window welcome in the day:
Awake, and thinke, when their sweete notes you heare.
I was before-hand, and had sung them there.
Goe, and what e're thou chance to heare or see,
Be it bird, or brooke, or shade or tree;
If it delights thee, may my soule in it
Move thy true joyes under that counterfeit.
So, aske not how I doe when you are there,
For at your mercy well or ill I fare.
For now me thinkes my heart so high doth swell,
It must inforce a breath, farewell, farewell.
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