Poem by Richard Lovelace

Lucasta Weeping

    I.

Lucasta wept, and still the bright
    Inamour'd god of day, 
With his soft handkercher of light,
    Kist the wet pearles away.

    II.

But when her teares his heate or'ecame,
    In cloudes he quensht his beames, 
And griev'd, wept out his eye of flame,
    So drowned her sad streames.

    III.

At this she smiled, when straight the sun
    Cleer'd by her kinde desires; 
And by her eyes reflexion
    Fast kindl'd there his fires. 

1. Cupid Far Gone
2. Valiant Love
3. Female Glory
4. To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
5. The Vintage to the Dungeon

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