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Edward Herbert (Эдуард Герберт (Херберт))


Upon Combing Her Hair


Breaking from under that thy cloudy veil,
Open and shine yet more, shine out more clear,
Thou glorious golden-beam-darting hair,
Even till my wonder-stricken senses fail.

Shoot out in light and shine those rays on far,
Thou much more fair than is the Queen of Love,
When she doth comb her in her sphere above,
And from a planet turns a blazing-star.

Nay, thou art greater too, more destiny
Depends on thee than on her influence;
No hair thy fatal hand doth now dispense
But to some one a thread of life must be.

While gracious unto me, though both dost sunder
Those glories which, if they united were,
Might have amazed sense, and shewest each hair,
Which if alone had been too great a wonder.

And now spread in their goodly length, she appears
No creature which the earth might call her own,
But rather one that in her gliding down
Heaven's beams did crown to shew us she was theirs.

And come from thence, how can they fear time's rage
Which in his power else on earth most strange
Such golden treasure doth to silver change
By that improper alchemy of age?

But stay, methinks new beauties do arise,
While she withdraws these glories which were spread.
Wonder of beauties, set thy radiant head
And strike out day from thy yet fairer eyes. 



Edward Herbert's other poems:
  1. A Description
  2. Ditty In Imitation Of The Spanish Entre Tanto Que L'Avril
  3. Another Sonnet, To a Black Itself
  4. To Her Face
  5. To Her Mind


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