 | Poems (1983) |  |
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[Come deere, lett's waulke into this spring]
[1]
Come deere, lett's waulke into this springWher wee may heere the sweet birds sing
And lett us leave this darcksum place
Wher Cupid never yett had grace,
For loves bright light
Must us delight
And Cupids fire
Must still respire,
And brightest showe in darckest night.
2
'T'is nott the shades can harbour love;Hee lives in highest spheares above,
And from his beames gives worlds ther light,
Hee raigning Crownd with sweets delight,
In darknes spite
Hee rules in light,
For Cupids fire
Must still respire
And brightest show in dullest night,
3
Love doth nott dwell in colde fainte shade,Nor lurcks wher warme love growes to vade,
Hee's perfect heat, and strives to move
Wher equall flames with him showes love.
In Coldes despite
Hee rules in might
For Cupids fire
Must still aspire
And pow'rfulst show in darckest night.
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