Classic Poem

Hence ugly Image of grim death; how dare
Thy sawcie boldnesse venture on this faire
Epitome of heaven ? Dost think that shee
Participates of fraile mortalitie
In such a drowsie passion ? (Foole) go stretch
Thy remisse wings ore some poore aguish wretch,
Some with'red Hag, whom for her youths loose sin,
Just heaven has destin'd to be kept within
The prison of her bed ; from her be gone :
The light can suffer no privation.
Wert thou not stupid, deafe? didst thou not heare
When shee enrich'd her pillow, how each Spheare
Striv'd to expresse its dutie, which should bee
Prime Quirister, in whistling harmonie
To th' Citizens in Heaven, who at that call
Invited Saints to chant a Madrigall
Devoted to her silent rest ? The Ayre
Grew clear and pleasing, every cloud so fayre ;
Heav'ns forehead wore no wrinkles, violent floods
Kiss'd the smooth pebles, and the woods
With their Inhabitants conjoyn'd in this,
T' afford her senses a sweet Exstasis.
Didst thou not see how every glorious Star
With their pale Mistris Moon, to wait on her,
Officiously contracted their dim light
To Tapers, that at opening of her sight
They might new gild their Rayes. The Indian which
Had nere been poor, had he not first been rich,
Dives for unvalued Pearle, and fears to rise
Till he can borrow lustre from her Eyes
To polish his dull Merchandize. Oh shee!
The Abstract of all which wild Poetrie
In its loose raptures taught, wherein her rest
Invites the Winds (as when the Phaenix nest
Is by their flavour fir'd) to mix their breaths
With hers, so precious, that (abortive Death's
First child) dull Sleep, like to the Nightman, must
By stealth injoy it: see the parched Dust
Turns to Assyrian odors, and does skip
Like an enamor'd Fairie to her Lip,
Where Venus Roses grow. Rest safe, my Sweet,
Till Sylvans wake, and till the Muses greet
Thee with their choisest harmonie; till night
Acknowledge all that it injoyes of light,
To thee the Queen of Splendor, whose bright Rayes
Renewes in mee the more than Halcion dayes
Love in its Primitive purenesse wore. Then rise,
And let mine draw new Influence from thine Eyes.