That having ease me given, I leave this light; And take my flight For heaven. LXXVIII. TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING. ID me to live, and I will live BID Thy Protestant to be: Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Or bid me die, and I will dare Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. LXXIX. TO DAFFODILS. AIR daffodils, we weep to see FAL You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we We have short time to stay, as you, As your hours do, and dry Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, LXXX. THE MAD MAID'S SONG. G OOD morrow to the day so fair; Good morning, sir, to you : Good morrow to mine own torn hair Bedabbled with the dew. Good morning to this primrose too; Good morrow to each maid; That will with flowers the tomb bestrew, Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me; Alack and well-a-day! For pity, sir, find out that bee, . I'll seek him in your bonnet brave; I'll seek him in your eyes; Nay, now I think they have made his grave I' the bed of strawberries. I'll seek him there; I know, ere this, But I will go, or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. Pray hurt him not; though he be dead, He's soft and tender, pray take heed, LXXXI. FAI TO BLOSSOMS. AIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile, What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight; And so to bid good-night? But you are lovely leaves, where we Their end, though ne'er so brave : Into the grave. |