Page:Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900.djvu/286

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Lord! keep me faithful to the trust
  Which my dear spouse reposed in me:
To him now dead preserve me just
  In all that should performèd be!
    For though our being man and wife
    Extendeth only to this life,
Yet neither life nor death should end
The being of a faithful friend.



WILLIAM BROWNE, OF TAVISTOCK

1588-1643


240. A Welcome

Welcome, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring for ever.

He that to the voice is near
  Breaking from your iv'ry pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
  The delightful nightingale.
                    Welcome, welcome, then. . . .

He that looks still on your eyes,
  Though the winter have begun
To benumb our arteries,
   Shall not want the summer's sun.
                    Welcome, welcome, then. . . .

He that still may see your cheeks,
  Where all rareness still reposes,
Is a fool if e'er he seeks
  Other lilies, other roses.
                    Welcome, welcome, then. . . .