A Sigh Sent to His Absent Love

I sent a Sigh unto my Blest ones Eare,

Which lost it's way, and never did come there;

I hastned after, lest some other Fair

Should mildly entertain this travelling Aire:

Each flowry Garden I did search, for fear

It might mistake a Lilly for her Eare;

And having there took lodging, might still dwell

Hous'd in the Concave of a Christall Bell.

At last, one frosty morning I did spy

This subtile Wand'rer journeying in the Sky;

At sight of me it trembled, then drew neer,

Then grieving fell, and dropt into a Tear:

I bore it to my Saint, and pray'd her take

This new born Of-spring for the Master's sake:

She took it, and prefer'd it to her Eare,

And now it hears each thing that's whisper'd there.

O how I envy Grief, when that I see

My Sorrow makes a Gem, more blest than me!

Yet Little Pendant, Porter to the Eare,

Let not my Rivall have admittance there;

But if by chance a mild access he gain,

Upon her tipp inflict a gentle pain

Only for Admonition: So when she

Gives eare to him, at least Shee'l think of Me.

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