Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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VI. THE PARALLEL.
I cannot celebrate great Nature's faceWhen my adoring eyes are fixed there;
For then am I enrapt in my enjoyment,
And feel her charms too well to say she's fair.
When thou art on thy wooing lady's bosom,
To laud her lips, or eyes, is't thy employment?
No; thou hast scanty time to cull the blossom,
And pausest not to descant on its grace:
But when thy love hath its delirium fed,
Thou dost retire, and call on memory;
Then in thy brain is inspiration bred,
And thou salut'st her with a comment high:
So, till I from the face of Nature turn,
I cannot speak the thoughts with which I burn.
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