SONG XI.
The Wanderer fix'd
I
E'er I thy charming Visage saw,
Each lesser Beauty gave me Law;
This with her Sweetness, that her Pride,
And I for either cou'd have dy'd:
But when I first your Eyes did view,
Strait to my Heart their Light'ning flew,
Depos'd 'em all and set up you:
Before the Magick of your Air,
So fine your Shape! your Face so fair!
Their fainter Charms did disappear,
And were no longer what they were.
II
So of the Stars that gild the Sky,
They've Reverence paid from every Eye;
Not one but claims our lasting Praise,
Not one but shou'd our Wonder raise,
Not one but what's all Heavenly bright,
A constant shining Globe of Light,
Able alone to rule the Night.
Yet, tho' so bright and glorious, they
All in a Moment's time decay,
Grow dim and seem to die away,
When once Aurora opens Day.