Hath taught a Fawn to hunt his Dear.' With this, and very well content Had it lived long, I do not know With sweetest milk and sugar first It wax'd more white and sweet than they— I blush'd to see its foot more soft And white, shall I say,—than my hand? Nay, any lady's of the land! It is a wondrous thing how fleet 'Twas on those little silver feet: With what a pretty skipping grace I have a garden of my own, And all the spring-time of the year Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; Yet could not, till itself would rise, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Oh help! Oh help! I see it faint Sad, slowly dropping like a gum. So weeps the wounded balsam; so Melt in such amber tears as these. Now my sweet fawn is vanished to. With milk-like lambs and ermines pure. Be cut in marble; and withal, That I shall weep, though I be stone: For I would have thine image be Andrew Marvell "TO GATHER FLOWERS SAPPHA WENT” To gather Flowers Sappha went, She smiling blusht, and blushing smil'd She lookt as she'd been got with child Her Apron gave (as she did passe) More pleasing too, than ever was The lap of Proserpine. Robert Herrick TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. You've heard them sweetly sing, But now, we see none here, And with dishevelled hair Adorn'd the smoother mead. Like unthrifts, having spent Robert Herrick |