Licia, or Poemes of Loue In Honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his Lady, to the imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others. Whereunto is added the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the third [by Giles Fletcher] |
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Sonnet. XXIX.
[Why dy'd I not when as I last did sleepe?]
Why dy'd I not when as I last did sleepe?(O sleepe too short that shadowed foorth my deare)
Heavens heare my prayers, nor thus me waking keepe:
For this were heaven, if thus I sleeping weare.
For in that darke there shone a Princely light:
Two milke-white hilles, both full of Nectar sweete:
Her Ebon thighes, the wonder of my sight,
Where all my senses with their objectes meete:
I passe those sportes, in secret that are best,
Wherein my thoughtes did seeme alive to be;
We both did strive, and wearie both did rest:
I kist her still, and still she kissed me.
Heavens let me sleepe, and shewes my senses feede:
Or let me wake, and happie be indeede.
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