Henry Constable (Генри Констебль)

Damelus' Song to Diaphenia

DIAPHENIA, like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
    Heigh ho, how I do love thee! 
I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovëd of their dams--
    How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!

Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets incloses,
    Fair sweet, how I do love thee! 
I do love thee as each flower
Loves the sun's life-giving power,
    For, dead, thy breath to life might move me.

Diaphenia, like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are expressëd,
    Dear joy, how I do love thee! 
As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king,--
    Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

1. Of the Nativity of the Lady Rich's Daughter
2. To the Marquess of Piscat's Soul
3. H.C. to the Gentleman Reader
4. To the Blessed Sacrament
5. My Lady’s Presence Makes the Roses Red

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