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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 | The History of Polindor and Flostella |  |
When (last) they'd chant their own, whose briefer Story,
Conjoyn'd with others, well might claim a glory
In Cupids Chronicle (they thought) so full
Of winding rare chance, pritty Miracle:
With which Polindor's Tongue and fondling Eare
Seem'd so well pleas'd, by fits, Soul lull'd as 'twere
(Her Brest the downy Pillow) glides it now
Into that World of Slumber, knowes not how:
Which seen Flostella strait with Charm-like Song
Bound his Sence faster (double bands) nor long
Sung sweetest Cherubin) thus prime Baloo,
But gentlest Self, that might companion show
To her dear Lord Polindor, slumbring bowes.
Who (constant Youth) as Love's victorious Vowes
Should conquer sleep and Death dreams of his Fayr
Flostella; thinks h' had lost his soveraign Star
Sometimes, through Cloud; his Dove-mate vanisht gone:
Thence grasp her precious Wast, by which alone
Wak'd both himself and her: Who sober Smil'd,
To view her Darling-lord so thought beguil'd,
Fancy-fool'd (as she deem'd) much joy'd to see
His vehement Love: far more rejoyced he,
She found so safe, secure; and tells her o're
His ominous Dream, part-known to her before.
Conjoyn'd with others, well might claim a glory
In Cupids Chronicle (they thought) so full
Of winding rare chance, pritty Miracle:
With which Polindor's Tongue and fondling Eare
Seem'd so well pleas'd, by fits, Soul lull'd as 'twere
(Her Brest the downy Pillow) glides it now
Into that World of Slumber, knowes not how:
Which seen Flostella strait with Charm-like Song
Bound his Sence faster (double bands) nor long
Sung sweetest Cherubin) thus prime Baloo,
But gentlest Self, that might companion show
To her dear Lord Polindor, slumbring bowes.
Who (constant Youth) as Love's victorious Vowes
Should conquer sleep and Death dreams of his Fayr
Flostella; thinks h' had lost his soveraign Star
Sometimes, through Cloud; his Dove-mate vanisht gone:
Thence grasp her precious Wast, by which alone
Wak'd both himself and her: Who sober Smil'd,
To view her Darling-lord so thought beguil'd,
Fancy-fool'd (as she deem'd) much joy'd to see
His vehement Love: far more rejoyced he,
She found so safe, secure; and tells her o're
His ominous Dream, part-known to her before.
| The History of Polindor and Flostella | |