The Vision or A Dialog between the Soul and the Bodie. Fancied in a Morning-Dream [by James Howell] |
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[For, lo, the golden Orientall gate] |
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[For, lo, the golden Orientall gate]
For, lo, the golden Orientall gate
Of gray-fac'd Heaven 'gan to open fair,
And Phœbus like a Bridegroom to his mate
Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair
And hurles his glitt'ring beams through gloomy Air.
Of gray-fac'd Heaven 'gan to open fair,
And Phœbus like a Bridegroom to his mate
Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair
And hurles his glitt'ring beams through gloomy Air.
So Rest to Motion, Night to Day doth yeeld,
Silence to Noise, the Stars do quit the Field:
My Cinque Ports all fly ope, the Phantasie
Gives way to outward objects, Ear and Eye
Resume their office, so doth hand, and lip,
I hear the Carrmans wheel, the Coachmans whip;
The prentice (with my sense) his shop unlocks,
The milk maid seeks her pail, porters their frocks,
All crys and sounds return, except one thing,
I hear no bell for Mattins toll or ring.
Silence to Noise, the Stars do quit the Field:
My Cinque Ports all fly ope, the Phantasie
Gives way to outward objects, Ear and Eye
Resume their office, so doth hand, and lip,
I hear the Carrmans wheel, the Coachmans whip;
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The milk maid seeks her pail, porters their frocks,
All crys and sounds return, except one thing,
I hear no bell for Mattins toll or ring.
Being thus awak'd, and staring on the light
Which silver'd all my face and sight,
I clos'd my Eyes again to recollect
What I had dream't, and make my thoughts reflect
Vpon themselfs, which here I do expose
To every knowing soul; And may all those
(Whose brains Apollo with his gentle ray
Hath moulded of a more refined clay)
That read this Dream, therby such profit reap
As I did plesure, Then they have it cheap.
Which silver'd all my face and sight,
I clos'd my Eyes again to recollect
What I had dream't, and make my thoughts reflect
Vpon themselfs, which here I do expose
To every knowing soul; And may all those
(Whose brains Apollo with his gentle ray
Hath moulded of a more refined clay)
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As I did plesure, Then they have it cheap.
Est sensibilium simia somnium.
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