Classic Poem

Walking in a Starry Evening.

If Amoret , that glorious Eye,
In the first birth of light,
And death of Night,
Had with those elder fires you spye
Scatter'd so high
Received forme, and sight;

We might suspect in the vast Ring,
Amidst these golden glories,
And fierie stories;
Whether the Sunne had been the King,
And guide of Day,
Or your brighter eye should sway;

But, Amoret is my fate,
That if thy face a Starre
Had shin'd from farre,
I am perswaded in that state
'Twixt thee, and me,
Of some predestin'd sympathie.
For sure such two conspiring minds,
Which no accident, or sight,
Did thus unite;
Whom no distance can confine,
Start, or decline,
One, for another, were design'd.