A WELCOME. A WELCOME. Welcome, welcome! do I sing- Love, that to the voice is near, Love, that looks still on your eyes, Shall not want the summer's sun. Love, that still may see your cheeks, Is a fool if e'er he seeks Other lilies, other roses. Love, to whom your soft lip yields, Never, never shall be missing. Love, that question would renew W. Browne. 185 186 TO CHLOE. TO CHLOE, WHO WISHED HERSELF YOUNG CHLOE, why wish you that your years That perfect likeness, which endears Things unto things, might us combine? Our ages so in date agree, That twins do differ more than we. There are two births: the one when light And we must count our life from thence: Love then to us did new souls give, And in those souls did plant new powers: The breath we breathe is his, not ours; TO CHLOE. Love, like that angel that shall call None too much, none too little have; And now, since you and I are such, Tell me what's yours, and what is mine? Our eyes, our ears, our taste, smell, touch, Do, like our souls, in one combine: So, by this, I as well may be Too old for you, as you for me. 187 William Cartwright. 188 LOVE'S OMNIPOTENCE. LOVE'S OMNIPOTENCE. WHEN, dearest, I but think on thee, Still present with us, though unsighted. Thus while I sit and sigh the day So they by their bright rays awake me. Thus absence dies, and dying proves That do partake of fair perfection; The waving sea can with such flood That flows not every day, but ever. Owen Feltham. TELL ME, MY HEART. 189 TELL ME, MY HEART. WHEN Delia on the plain appears, Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear If she some other swain commend, When she is absent, I no more When fond of power, of beauty vain, Lord Lyttleton. |