Come from Thy Palace -
Come from thy palace, beauteous queen of Greece,
Sweet Helen of the world. Rise like the morn,
Clad in the smock of night, that all the stars
May lose their eyes, and then, grown blind,
Run weeping to the man i' th' moon
To borrow his dog to lead the spheres a-begging.
Rare empress of our souls, whose charcoal flames
Burn the poor coltsfoot of amazed hearts,
View the dumb audience thy beauty spies,
And then, amazed with grief, laugh out thine eyes.
Sweet Helen of the world. Rise like the morn,
Clad in the smock of night, that all the stars
May lose their eyes, and then, grown blind,
Run weeping to the man i' th' moon
To borrow his dog to lead the spheres a-begging.
Rare empress of our souls, whose charcoal flames
Burn the poor coltsfoot of amazed hearts,
View the dumb audience thy beauty spies,
And then, amazed with grief, laugh out thine eyes.
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