Classic Poem

I

Welcome , blest symptome of consent,
  More welcome farre
  Than if a star,
In stead of this bright hair,
Should beautifie mine ear,
And light mee to my banishment.

II

Methinks I'm now all sacred fire,
  And wholly grown
  Devotion:
Sensuall love 's in chains,
And all my boyling veins
Are blown with sanctified desire.

III

Sure shee is Heaven it self, and I
  In fervent zeal
  This lock did steal,
And each life-giving thread,
Snatcht from her beamy head,
As once Prometheus from the skie.

IV

No; 'tis a nobler treasure; shee
  (Wonne to beleive)
  Was pleas'd to give
These raies unto my care:
The sphears have none so fair,
Nor yet so blest a Deity.

V

Yet knows shee not what shee has done,
  Shee'l hear my prayers,
  And see my tears,
Shee's now a Nazarite
Robb'd of her vigorous light,
For her resisting strength is gone.