Pierides or The Muses Mount. By Hugh Crompton |
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23. The Lovers form.
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23. The Lovers form.
Lady behold, a bruise that lies within
The folded carpet of our skin,
Will at the length be clearly found
To work it self into a wound
That's visible, and will be seen
Unto the eye both fresh and green:
Or like the ember-sparks that lie
Rak't up in tenebrosity,
Which by degrees become a flame:
Even such is Love; and mine's the same
To you fair Madam: Therefore know,
That as these sparks of Love do grow
Within my breast, I must discover
My self to be your faithful lover.
Nor do I speak with feigned tongue,
Projecting at your smallest wrong,
For my intention's sound and true;
(Lady) I'me deep in love with you.
The folded carpet of our skin,
Will at the length be clearly found
To work it self into a wound
That's visible, and will be seen
Unto the eye both fresh and green:
Or like the ember-sparks that lie
Rak't up in tenebrosity,
Which by degrees become a flame:
Even such is Love; and mine's the same
To you fair Madam: Therefore know,
That as these sparks of Love do grow
Within my breast, I must discover
My self to be your faithful lover.
Nor do I speak with feigned tongue,
Projecting at your smallest wrong,
For my intention's sound and true;
(Lady) I'me deep in love with you.
Your vertues and your beauty joynd,
Have kindled love up in my mind:
And such a flame that I am sure
Ther's none beside your self can cure.
Therefore (sweet Mistress) do you please
By loving me again to ease
My wounded heart, which must be yours
While I am mine, or life endures.
Have kindled love up in my mind:
And such a flame that I am sure
Ther's none beside your self can cure.
Therefore (sweet Mistress) do you please
By loving me again to ease
My wounded heart, which must be yours
While I am mine, or life endures.
Pierides | ||