The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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Love's thankfull Harte
Though in Night's darkenesse from you, do not feare,
Since your Beames' favor gilds our Hemisphere,
And dissepates our blacker Cloudes, despayre,
Turnes Melancholy Vapers to a Cleer Ayre;
Turning our sad thoughts' mist and foggs away,
Chainginge our darker Night to a Cleer day.
But, soft, 'cause from you, methinks yett t'is Night,
Though with your sweetnesse Starrifi'd with light.
Your Devine Nature my Misfortunes tames,
Lights my darke sole, my thankefull harte inflames.
Thus by you I have light within, without mee,
But no inlifeinnge warmth att all about me
Till I'm with you: greate Goddes, all can tell
Wher you are, heaven is; wher not, my Hell.
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