And who can see those  and not be
Thy  where all the Conquering  meet;
Where Majesty doth  greet:
Ah turn away those Fair Approachless
I  but cannot bear the kind
Hide, hide the  of thy
More bright than  of  are:
Expose no more thy  the while
Those  put on kind looks and smile:
Such  how strongly they allure
My  and all their  obscure.
They'r numberless, my  my  Fair;
But one, the  and all her  bare.
The  saw, the blest the
And  wonder'd at a  so
Who is't, they say, Fair as the
When ruddy  the bashful  adorn?
Clear as the  that Gilds the Sable
Dazling  Sols  Light:
Gentle,  awfull,  Scene  War;
At once her  and
And could'st thou think, my Love, I e're design'd
To leave a Spouse so  and
I went but down into the
A Lone-recess, indulgent to my Love;
Thence rang'd the pleasant  whose Spreading Vine
May quit my care perhaps with
Where the  Blooming-Fruits display
More Sanguine-Colours then the  of
Or e're I was aware, my
Met Thee, a Juster  of
Fair as a Vision breaking from the Skyes:
Scarce could my  my  retain;
Scarce could my  the unweildy Joy sustain,
When I beheld those  again.
But why that  upon the
Thou wilt not leave me, Cruel  now!
stay — What needs this
To try the  of a Too-constant heart:
Return again; let my  see
The Sweet  of my  in Thee.
Return, my Dear,  and shew the most
Victorious  that e're the  could boast.