The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Through th' Chrystall-arched Porch, like our Flostels
Saluting Handmayd, strow'd the Morning Skie
With Roses, Violets (which seem'd to th' eye
Grand Bridall Roof) as to her speciall Honour;
Shades fume like fled, that Sun might gaze upon'er,
Doing last homage, beg reflection from
Her Royall beams; when waken'd the Brides-groom:
And view'd his Bride (still lovely'st) sleeping there
Couch'd like the Day, all beauty thus (as 'twere)
Interr'd in slumbers; gentlest spicy Gale
Whilst breathed forth, came Whispring from the Vale
Of Temple (as 'twere) her Paradisian Brest.
Then slunk he down for tedious hour's feign'd rest;
She's sleeping still: when, stoln soft ayery Kisse
(How dainty, nice) with cast-up eyes for this
To Heav'n skulk'd down for second Winking fit.
Then, softly rouz'd, seal'd gentler Kiss, seal'd yet
Kind second, Eagrer third; Sleep Laram Brooks
No more, sh'Awoke; drest with such new-coyn'd Looks
Of pritty'st, bashfull Wonder just then seeming
(Strange-sweet withall) as part transform'd, or dreaming:
Then vayl'd within his Conscious Bosome strait
Smiles, blushes both, found best protection, that:
Rare-scean! whilst smil'd th' ore joy'd Polind, grown Proud,
Whole Natures Treasury at once to shrowd.
Wood-chanters, wishing Bridall Joy (as 'twere)
Chirp'd forth their shril Goodmorrowes, pearched there
Quite round the Bow'r; whilst Satyrs nimbly danc'd.
Th'are up Both now, and ready both; advanc'd
Venus Adonis-like (since walking leasure)
Close-arm'd,, intwin'd, to take their Morning pleasure.
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