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Poem by William Drummond


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Who hath not seen into her saffron bed
The morning's goddess mildly her repose,
Or her, of whose pure blood first sprang the rose,
Lull'd in a slumber by a myrtle shade;
Who hath not seen that sleeping white and red
Makes Phoebe look so pale, which she did close
In that Ionian hill, to ease her woes,
Which only lives by nectar kisses fed;
Come but and see my lady sweetly sleep,
The sighing rubies of those heavenly lips,
The Cupids which breast's golden apples keep,
Those eyes which shine in midst of their eclipse,
And he them all shall see, perhaps, and prove
She waking but persuades, now forceth love. 



William Drummond


William Drummond's other poems:
  1. Kisses Desired
  2. Summons to Love
  3. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll'd
  4. Dear Eye, Which Deign'st on This Sad Monument
  5. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread


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