Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)

The Boyes Answer To The Blackmoor

Black Maid, complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands Antipathy:
Prodigious might that union prove,
Where Night and Day together move,
And the conjunction of our lips
Not kisses make, but an Eclipse;
In which the mixed black and white
Portends more terrour than delight.
Yet if my shadow thou wilt be,
Enjoy thy dearest wish: But see
Thou take my shadowes property,
That hastes away when I come nigh:
Else stay till death hath blinded mee,
And then I will bequeath my self to thee.

1. The Pink
2. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry
3. On Two Children Dying Of One Disease, And Buried In One Grave
4. Sonnet. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes
5. The Vow-Breaker

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