 | The Third Part of the Works of Mr. Abraham Cowley
Being his Six Book of Plants |  |
SUN-DEW or LUSTWORT [58]
TO say the truth Nature's too kind to Thee,
For all thy days thou spend'st in luxury.
Thy Flowers are Silver, and a purple Down
Covers thy body, like a Silken Gown:
Whilst, to increase thy pomp and pride, each vein
Of thine a Golden humour does contain.
Each leaf is hollow made, just like a Cup,
Which Liquor always to the brim fills up.
The drunken Sun cannot exhaust thy bowl,
Nor Sirius himself, that thirsty Soul.
Full thou survey'st the parched Fields around,
And enviously in thy own floods art drown'd.
Drinking, the thirsty months thou laugh'st away, day.
Thy Nile from secret sources moistens Thee,
And bids Thee merry, though Jove angry be.
For all thy days thou spend'st in luxury.
Thy Flowers are Silver, and a purple Down
Covers thy body, like a Silken Gown:
Whilst, to increase thy pomp and pride, each vein
Of thine a Golden humour does contain.
Each leaf is hollow made, just like a Cup,
Which Liquor always to the brim fills up.
The drunken Sun cannot exhaust thy bowl,
Nor Sirius himself, that thirsty Soul.
Full thou survey'st the parched Fields around,
And enviously in thy own floods art drown'd.
Drinking, the thirsty months thou laugh'st away, day.
Thy Nile from secret sources moistens Thee,
And bids Thee merry, though Jove angry be.
| The Third Part of the Works of Mr. Abraham Cowley
Being his Six Book of Plants | |