Classic Poem

Since louely sweete, much like vnto a Dewe
Of pearle thou art lost vnto our View
Or like a vanish't dreame, this ground
When wee haue pray'd and censt it, lett it round
In our wild eares, whether thou art gone
If to thine endlesse habitation,
Or to insoule some starre till that great yeare
Fills vp the motion of the Maister spheare
And to returne att All soules daye, when wee
Att that great Aprill shall reviue and bee
Those verie same wee are, or yf not soe
Yett lett thy shade enforme, that wee maie knowe
If in the Orient, or the spice'd West
Thou lyest conceal'd, rowl'd vp in a nest
Of Ladanum and spiknard, that some wind
Maie fann thine odours hither; soe to find
Thee, and fall downe to worshipp, like as when
That siluer candle lead those wiser men,
To that they sought for: soe lett some one thing
What e're it bee (soe true) guide vs and bring
Where wee may thinke and bee. this by my teare
And my late Primrose tell I charge thee where
Thou settlest thine abode: saye do'st thou looke
Nymph-like into some glibb, and pratling brooke
Hemm'd all about with lillies, or sowest reames
Amidds't the pibbly murmure of her streames?
Speake by thy purling accent, and make knowne
Thou liu'st a swann there, or some Halcion,
Or yf some Meadowe Nymph thou art, declare
Thy Goddhead in some flower, that wee may spare
The plucking to adore it; or if in
None of these shapes thou wilt bee worshipp't, spynne
This to our madd thoughts, thou art become
The Genius to some Cittie great, as Rome
Had hirs, whose onely but revealed name
Did overturne the very Fate and frame
Of all her Building, or if like some shield
Or fallne Palladium thou do'st sway and weild
Some farre Republique, wee dare name thee And
With reverence to our wellfare laye an hand
Of holy rigour on thee, and thy Powers
Charme forth, and soe reduce thee wholy ours
But thou art lost, and whether will th'excesse
Of hudwinkt passions lead vs? What Wi'ldernesse
Is this soe vast, soe boundlesse, in whose straye
Wee wind and looke, yett neuer find a waye
That leads vs to a Saboth, thou art lost
O thou art lost for ever, like a frost
Dissolu'd and fledd n'ere to bee found againe
Noe more then broaken blisters, dropps of raine
Rais'd to vndoe. whoe guides vs, where our eies
May on the tombe stone paie the sacrifice
Due to soe iust a greife, and there wee'le lie
Weeping our eies out dropp by dropp and die.