Classic Poem

Ode Lyrick.

I.

Ah Lucasta , why so Bright!
Spread with early streaked light!
If still vailed from our sight,
What is't but eternall night?

II.

Ah Lucasta , why so Chaste!
With that vigour, ripenes grac't!
Not to be by Man imbrac't
Makes that Royall coyne imbace't,
And this golden Orchard waste.

III.

Ah Lucasta , why so Great!
That thy crammed coffers sweat;
Yet not owner of a seat
May shelter you from Natures heat,
And your earthly joyes compleat.

IV.

Ah Lucasta , why so Good!
Blest with an unstained flood
Flowing both through soule and blood;
If it be not understood,
'Tis a Diamond in mud.

V.

Lucasta! stay! why dost thou flye?
Thou art not Bright, but to the eye,
Nor Chaste, but in the Mariage-tye,
Nor Great, but in this Treasurie,
Nor Good, but in that sanctitie.

VI.

Harder then the Orient stone,
Like an Apparition,
Or as a pale shadow gone
Dumbe and deafe she hence is flowne.

VII.

Then receive this equall dombe,
Virgins strow no teare or bloome,
No one dig the Parian wombe;
Raife her marble heart ith' roome,
And tis both her Coarse and Tombe.