THE LAST CHANCE. INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done; you get no more of me: And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. TO THE RIVER ANKOR. LEAR Ankor, on whose silver-sanded shore O blessed Brook, whose milk-white swans adore The crystal stream refined by her eyes, Where sweet myrrh-breathing zephyr in the spring Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing, Say thus, fair Brook, when thou shalt see thy queen, And here to thee he sacrificed his tears: Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone; TO SLEEP. ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable night, Relieve my languish, and restore the light: With dark forgetting of my care return, REMEMBRANCE. HEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye unused to flow, And weep For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. SUNSHINE AND CLOUD. ULL many a glorious morning have I seen Kissing with golden face the meadows green, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth |