Classic Poem

To Cleveland before the first interview at maneby

Though Childing women may oft long for this
Or that nor yeild a reason why it is
Yet my desiers rank-wingd have hither flown
That I to Cleiveland, He to me were known
Whose raptures are soe elevate by art
As that each science in them hath its part
And yet in Him not got with anvile pain
But flowing Like a Torrent after rayne
Which every one wher fancy credit getts
Strives to procuer inbankt int'Rivelets
T'imbellish his discource, and make it thus
To relish and come ofe facetious.
Ther's an owld Tale I did beleev but talk
That Soules int'bodies Transmigrated walk
On Earth again after they had been dead
And from their proper carcass sequestred
But since that Eminency of strain I find
In Thee I'm grown quite of an other mind
For tis not one but all that ere wore bayes
Thou dost with thy Syraffick numbers rayse
Thou buildst owld Roome again, and dost rehears
Her Antient Bards so famous were for verse
Nay; thou out bidst them with thy genuine skill
And bringst this Ile nearer Parnassus Hill
Than Those ere dwelt, whilst that Thy quil may own
To be a Pipe drawn from true Helicon
I will not rack or torture with delay
The forward hopes I have put on to day
To have my wish but bootes and all put on
I'le mount away to Stephen Anderson
Whose Hospitable parts, noe other end
Clayme but to be belov'd, and love his frend
Which doth soe well with Poesy agree
That's house may seem Apolloes nurcery
Wher Learning's cherisht and the Arts revive
Under his bounteous roofes prerogative
For verses evermore delight to dwell
With a free hart; yet in retired sell
Carmina cecessum .