Clarastella Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath |
To Clarastella. Loves Silence.
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To Clarastella. Loves Silence.
Ay me! when IAm blind with passion why
Should my best reason speechlesse prove?
Doth joyes excesse
(Which words can nere expresse)
In silent Rhetorick speake my love?
If so; each smother'd sigh wil vent my smart,
And say, I love not with my tongue, but heart.
But oh! if She
(Blind boy!) should chance to be
As deaf, as my discourse is dumb,
Ile never more
Thy Deitie adore,
Or to thee 'ere for refuge come.
O when thou see'st me stand thus mute and blind,
For pitties sake (my Stella!) then be kind!
Know that such love
Like Heav'ns comes from above,
And is beyond expression large;
Language is weak,
And should I strive to speak
Words would but lessen not discharge.
My Loves deep Sea's as silent as profound:
Ful Caskes stand mute, only the empty sound.
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