ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE MARBLE! weep, for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee, Rich as Nature could bequeath thee: Read not in fair heaven's story Rare as wonder was her wit, HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING ET IT NOT your wonder move, LE Less your laughter, that I love, Clothes, or fortune, gives the grace, Or the feature, or the youth; Till She be the reason why SONG OF NIGHT BREAK, Phantasy! from thy cave of cloud And spread thy purple wings,— Now all thy figures are allow'd, And various shapes of things: Create of airy forms a stream! It must have blood, and nought of phlegm; And though it be a waking dream, CHORUS Yet let it like an odour rise To all the senses here, And fall like sleep upon their eyes May with penance be suspended. Not my will, but Fate, did fetch Into this unhappy error: Which to plague, no tyrant's mind Like my heart's self-guilty terror. Then, O then, let that suffice! Need not, need not more afflict me ; From your presence interdict me. Unto him that Hell sustains No new pains Need be sought for his tormenting : You are still new pains inventing. By my love, long, firm, and true, By these tears my grief expressing,- Pity me, my fault confessing! Or, if I may not desire May with penance be suspended, More I'll grant than you desire. Faults confess'd are half amended; In this half, all that I crave. Therefore banish now the terror Which you find In your guiltless grievèd mind! For, though you have made an error, First beginning it did fetch. Ne'er my sight I 'll interdict thee Ne'er speak words more dipp'd in gall; What is past shall now suffice. Now new joys I'll be inventing, May thy passed woes surpass. So great love and faith sustains. Let these eyes, by thy confessing Never see more nights nor days,— I cease to be kind and true! Thus are both our states amended: Fuller pardon than you crave; Wrought the effect I most desire. |