Classic Poem

Vnclose those Eye-lids, and out-shine
The brightnesse of the breaking day ;
The light they cover is divine,
Why should it fade so soone away ?
Stars vanish so, and day appeares,
The Sun's so drown'd i' th' morning's teares.

Oh ! let not sadnesse cloud this Beautie,
Which if you lose you'll nere recover ;
It is not Love's, but Sorrowes dutie
To die so soon for a dead Lover.
Banish, oh ! banish griefe, and then
Our Joyes will bring our Hopes agen.