Classic Poem

Of the Rain-bowe, that was reported to be seene in the night, ouer St. I AMES , before the Princes death; and of the vnseasonable Winter, since .

Was euer nightly R AIN-BOVVE seene?
Did euer Winter mourne in greene ?
Had that long Bowe been bent by Day,
'T had chased all our Clouds away:
But, now that it by Night appeares,
It tels the D ELVGE of our Teares .
No maruell R AIN-BOVVES shine by Night,
When Suns yer Noone do lose their light.
I RIS was wont to be, of old,
Heav'ns Messenger to Earthly mold;
And now Shee came to bring vs downe
Sad Newes of H ENRY 's better Crowne.
And as the Easterne S TAR did tell
The Persian Sages, of that Cell
Where S ION 's King was borne and lay;
And ouer that same House did stay:
So did This Westerne B OVVE descry
Where H ENRY , Prince of Men, should die :
Lo there This A RCH of Heav'nly state
Rais'd to the T RIVMPH of his Fate;
Yet, rais'd in dark of Night, to showe
His Glory should bee with our Woe .
And Now, for that mens Mourning weed
Reports a Griefe not felt, indeed;
The Winter weeps, and mournes in deed,
Though clothed in a S VMMER weed.