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COWLEY'S POEMS.
Such seas betwixt us easily conquer'd are;
But, gentle maid! do not deny
To let thy beams shine on me from afar;
And still the taper let me espy:
For, when thy light goes out, I sink and die.
But, gentle maid! do not deny
To let thy beams shine on me from afar;
And still the taper let me espy:
For, when thy light goes out, I sink and die.
SILENCE.
Curse on this tongue, that has my heart betray'd,
And his great secret open laid!
For, of all persons, chiefly she
Should not the ills I suffer know;
Since 't is a thing might dangerous grow,
Only in her to pity me:
Since ’tis for me to lose my life more fit,
Than ’tis for her to save and ransom it.
And his great secret open laid!
For, of all persons, chiefly she
Should not the ills I suffer know;
Since 't is a thing might dangerous grow,
Only in her to pity me:
Since ’tis for me to lose my life more fit,
Than ’tis for her to save and ransom it.
Ah! never more shall thy unwilling ear
My helpless story hear;
Discourse and talk awake does keep
The rude unquiet pain
That in my breast does reign;
Silence perhaps may make it sleep:
I'll bind that sore up I did ill reveal;
The wound, if once it close, may chance to heal.
My helpless story hear;
Discourse and talk awake does keep
The rude unquiet pain
That in my breast does reign;
Silence perhaps may make it sleep:
I'll bind that sore up I did ill reveal;
The wound, if once it close, may chance to heal.
No, 't will ne'er heal; my love will never die,
Though it should speechless lie.
Though it should speechless lie.
