Classic Poem

I slep't, when (vnderneath a laurell shade,
My face vprear'd aloft vnto the heauen)
Me thought I heard this spoken in a sueauen,
Nature on earth loues miracle hath made:
With this, me thought vpon a bancke was lade
An earthly body, which was fram'd in heauen,
To whom such graces, by the graces giuen
Sweet musicke in their seuerall orgaynes play'de:
In cheefe the silent musicke of her eye,
Softly recorded with heauens harmonie,
Drew downe Vrania from Caelestiall sphoere:
Who maz'd, at mazy turning of her eyne
(To make diuine perfection) glazed theare
Those eyes with clearest substance christalline.