only be an idle name if i when i was bom was bom to die why seek i to these days the fairest rose in shortest time thou window once which served for a sphere to that dear planet of my heart whose light made often blush the glorious queen of night while she in thee more did appear what mourning weeds alas now dost thou wear how to mine eyes is thy sad sight how poorly look st thou with what heavy cheer since that sun set which made thee shine so bright unhappy now thee close for as of late to ring eyes thou a paradise of her who made thee fortunate a gulf thou art whence clouds of sighs arise but unto none so as to me who see my murder d joys in thee � the poets here she stay d among these pines sweet she did alone repair here did she spread the treasure of her hair more rich than that brought from the mines she her by these the happy place the print seems yet to bear her voice did here thy sugar d lines to which winds trees beasts birds did lend their ear me here she first perceived and here a mom of bright did o her face here did she sigh here first my hopes were bom and i first got a pledge of d grace but ah what d it to be happy so passed pleasures double but new woe the heaven doth not contain so many stars so many leaves not prostrate lie in woods when autumn s old and sounds his wars so many waves have not the ocean floods as my rent mind hath all the night and heart sighs when brings the light why should i been a partner of the light who in birth by bad aspects of stars have never since had happy day nor night why was not i a liver in the woods or citizen of crystal floods than made a man for love and fortune s wars i look each day when death should end the wars wars sense and reason s light my pains i count to mountains and floods and of my sorrow partners make the stars all desolate i haunt the woods when i should give myself to rest at night of with watchful eyes i ne er behold the night mother of peace but ah to me of wars and queen like shining through the woods when straight those lamps come in my thought whose light my judgment dazzled passing brightest stars and then mine eyes en isle themselves with floods turn to their springs again first shall the floods clear shall the sun the sad and gloomy night to dance about the pole cease shall the stars the elements renew their ancient wars shall first and be d of place and light ere i find rest in city fields or woods end these my days of the woods take this my life ye deep and raging floods sun never rise to clear me with thy light horror and darkness keep a lasting night me care with thy wars and stay your influence o er me bright stars in vain the stars of the woods care horror wars i call and raging floods for all have sworn no night shall dim my sight song arise and paint the skies with white and red rouse s mother from her s bed that she thy may with roses spread the thy coming each where sing make an eternal spring give life to this dark world which dead spread forth thy golden hair in larger locks than thou wont before printed in the copy elsewhere or the english poets and emperor like with of pearl thy temples fair chase hence the ugly night which serves but to make dear thy glorious light this is that happy mom that day long wished day of all my life so dark if cruel stars have not my ruin sworn � and not hope betray which only white deserves a diamond for ever should it mark this is the mom should bring unto this grove my love to hear and my love fair king who all preserves but show thy blushing beams and thou two sweeter eyes shalt see than those which by streams did once thy heart surprise nay which shine as clear as thou when two thou did to rome appear now deck in fairest guise if that ye winds would hear a voice surpassing far s your stormy stay let only breathe and with her play kissing sometimes these purple ports of death the winds all silent are and in his chair sea and air makes vanish every star night like a beyond the hills to his flaming wheels the fields with flowers are in every hue the clouds with bright gold their here is the pleasant place and every thing save her who all should grace of to from and see how the clouds in the lists and how with each hill his giant forehead jove in the air the air grown great with rain now seems to bring s days again i see thee come let us home repair come hide thee in mine arms if not for love yet to greater to sir w al the love did to bear shall witnessed be to all the woods and plains as singular renown d by neighbouring that to our relics time may rear those we sung amidst our flocks with guarded from s beams on near s streams are by in the rocks of foreign bent to try the states though i world s guest a vagabond do stray thou that store which i esteem survey as best acquainted with my soul s whatever fate heavens have for me designed i trust thee with the treasure of my mind vol il the poets from flowers o sion look how 