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WHEN I FIRST THOUGHT HER FAIR.
WHENCE comes my love, O heart disclose!
The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,
Why thus, my love, so kindly speak
HARRINGTON, 1561). THE BIRTH OF DESIRE.
WHEN wert thou born, Desire ?
“ In pomp and pride of May." By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot?
“ By good Conceit, men say.”
Tell me who was thy nurse?
“ Fresh Youth in sugared joy." What was thy meat and daily food ?
“ Sore sighs and great annoy."
What hadst thou, then, to drink ?
“ Unfeigned lovers' tears.” What cradle were you rocked in ?
“ In Hope devoid of fears.”
What brought you, then, asleep?
“ Sweet speech that men liked best." And where is now your dwelling place ?
“ In gentle hearts I rest."
Doth company displease ?
“ It doth in many a one." Where would Desire, then, chuse to be!
“ He likes to be alone."
WHERE COST THOU LOITER, SPRING ?
“ To gaze on favour still.”
“ Disdain of my good will.”
Will ever age or death
Bring you unto decay?
WHERE DOST THOU LOITER, SPRING ?
WHERE dost thou loiter, spring,
Whilst it behoveth
Where'er thou roveth,
The flowers she loveth ?
Come with thy melting skies,
Like her cheek blushing ;
Where founts are gushing;
When dawn is flushing.
Lead her where, by the brook,
The first blossom keepeth,
The callow bud sleepeth,
Through its leaves peepeth.
Lead her where, on the spray,
For my lady sing,
TO A LOVER.
Fant amorist I what, dost thou think
He that loves, and fears to try,
Is she sick? why then be sure,
He that, after ten denials,
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.