Within my breast; so that the morning light Surprised me even from a sleepless night; And up I rose refresh'd, and glad, and gay, Resolving to begin that very day These lines; and howsoever they be done, I leave them as a father does his son. STANZAS. In a drear-nighted December, The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy! To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it, Nor numbed sense to steal it, Was never said in rhyme. EPISTLES. Among the rest a shepherd (though but young Britannia's Pastorals.-BROWNE. |