English Poetry. William Drummond. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread. Уильям Драммонд.

William Drummond (Уильям Драммонд)

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Now while the night her sable veil hath spread,
And silently her resty coach doth roll,
Rousing with her from Tethys' azure bed
Those starry nymphs which dance about the pole;
While Cynthia, in purest cypress clad,
The Latmian shepherd in a trance descries,
And whiles looks pale from height of all the skies,
Whiles dyes her beauties in a bashful red;
While sleep, in triumph, closed hath all eyes,
And birds and beasts a silence sweet do keep,
And Proteus' monstrous people in the deep,
The winds and waves, husht up, to rest entice;
I wake, muse, weep, and who my heart hath slain
See still before me to augment my pain.

William Drummond’s other poems:

1. Kisses Desired
2. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll’d
3. Summons to Love
4. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
5. Dear Eye, Which Deign’st on This Sad Monument

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