Classic Poem

To THAMES.

Swift in thy watry chariot, courteous Thames ,
Hast by the happy error of thy streames,
To kisse the banks of Marlow , which doth show
Faire Seymors , and beyond that never flow.
Then summon all thy Swans, that who did give
Musicke to death, may henceforth sing, and live,
For my Castara . She can life restore,
Or quicken them who had no life before.
How should the Poplar else the Pine provoke,
The stately Cedar challenge the rude Oke
To dance at sight of her? They have no sense
From nature given, but by her influence.
 If Orpheus did those senslesse creatures move,
 He was a Prophet, and fore sang my love.

To THAMES.

Swift in thy watry chariot, courteous Thames ,
Hast by the happy error of thy streames,
To kisse the banks of Marlow , which doth show
Faire Seymors , and beyond that never flow.
Then summon all thy Swans, that who did give
Musicke to death, may henceforth sing, and live,
For my Castara . She can life restore,
Or quicken them who had no life before.
How should the Poplar else the Pine provoke,
The stately Cedar challenge the rude Oke
To dance at sight of her? They have no sense
From nature given, but by her influence.
 If Orpheus did those senslesse creatures move,
 He was a Prophet, and fore sang my love.