 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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Son. [xxxix]
[Slide soft faire Forth, and make a christall Plaine]
Slide soft faire Forth, and make a christall Plaine,
Cut your white Lockes, and on your foamie Face
Let not a Wrinckle bee, when you embrace
The Boat that Earths Perfections doth containe.
Windes wonder, and through wondring holde your Peace,
Or if that yee your Hearts cannot restraine
From sending Sighes, mou'd by a Louers Case,
Sigh, and in her faire Haire your selues enchaine:
Or take these Sighes which Absence makes arise
From mine oppressed Brest and waue the Sailes,
Or some sweet Breath new brought from Paradise:
Flouds seeme to smile, Loue o're the Winds preueails,
And yet hudge Waues arise, the Cause is this,
The Ocean striues with Forth the Boate to kisse.
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