And, hugging close, we will not feare Lust entering here;

Where all desires are dead or cold, As is the mould; And all affections are forgot,

Or trouble not. Here needs no court for our request, Where all are best; All wise, all equal, and all just Alike i' th' dust. Nor need we here to feare the frowne Of court or crown; Where fortune bears no sway o'er things,

There all are kings. And for a while lye here concealed, To be revealed, Next, at that great platonick yeere, And then meet here. HERRICK.

Of the unsteady planets. O'tis well With him! but who knows what the coming hour

Veiled in thick darkness brings for us!

That anguish will be wearied down, I know;

What pang is permanent with man? from the highest

As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours

Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost

In him. The bloom is vanished from my life.

For O! he stood beside me, like my youth,

Transformed for me the real to a dream,

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.

Whatever fortunes wait my future

toils, The beautiful is vanished - and re

turns not.