A brisk bright agent from the streams Did soon persuade, and then controul; THE CHARACTER, TO ETESIA. O catch the phoenix, and then bring A quill drawn for me from his wing. Give me a maiden, beautie's bloud, A pure, rich crimson, without mudd: In whose sweet blushes that may live, Which a dull verse can never give. Now for an untouch'd, spottles white, For blackest things on paper write; Etesia at thine own expence Give me the robes of innocence. Could we but see a spring to run Pure milk, as sometimes springs have done, And in the snow-white streams it sheds, Carnations wash their bloudy heads, While ev'ry eddy that came down Did-as thou do'st-both smile and frown. Such objects, and so fresh would be But dull resemblances of thee. Thou art the dark world's morning-star, Seen only, and seen but from far; Where like astronomers we gaze Upon the glories of thy face, But no acquaintance more can have, Though all our lives we watch and crave. Thou art a world thy self alone, Yea three great worlds refin'd to one. The shining East and Paradise. Thy soul-a spark of the first fire,- Works upon all, that claim to sense; And in frosts is chearful ever. As flowrs, besides their curious dress Rich odours have, and sweetnesses. Which tacitely' infuse desire 1 Noticeable use of a now familiar word. G. And er'n oblige us to admire : Such and so full of innocence Are all the charms, thou do'st dispence, And like fair Nature, without arts At once they seize, and please our hearts. O thou art such, that I could be A lover to idolatry! I could, and should from heav'n stray, To serve His image here in thee. TO ETESIA LOOKING FROM HER CASEMENT AT THE FULL MOON. EE you that beauteous queen, which no age tames? Her train is azure, set with golden flames: My brighter fair, fix on the East your eyes, And view that bed of clouds, whence she doth rise. Above all others in that one short hour Which most concern'd in, she had greatest pow'r. This made my fortune humorous as wind, 1 Sic = deity. G. 2 Changeable. G. But fix'd affections to my constant mind. She fed me with the tears of stars, and thence, I suck'd in sorrow with their influence. To some in smiles, and store of light she broke : She bent me with the motion of her sphere, But when I came to age, and had o'regrown TO ETESIA PARTED FROM HIM, AND SUBTILE Love! thy peace is war; Like to decrees of Providence, And with strange silence shoots us through : Hath she no quiver, but my heart? Beauties like heav'n, their gifts should deal Strange art of Love! that can make sound, And yet exasperates the wound: That look she lent to ease my heart, Hath pierc't it, and improv'd the smart. IN ETESIAM LACHRYMANTEM. dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni! Quem decorant lachrymis sydera tanta suis. Quam tacitæ spirant auræ vultusque nitentes |