Poem by William Drummond

Madrigal

TRITONS, which bounding dive
Through Neptune’s liquid plain,
When as ye shall arrive
With tilting tides where silver Ora plays,
And to your king his watery tribute pays,
  Tell how I dying live,
  And burn in midst of all the coldest main.

1. Who Hath Not Seen into Her Saffron Bed
2. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread
3. Ora
4. Like the Idalian Queen
5. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll'd

Arthur Symons Madrigal ("May we not love as others do")

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