Classic Poem

shepherd: This mossie bank they prest.
nymph:That aged Oak
Did canopie the happy payre
All night from the dampe ayre.
chorus: Here let us sit and sing the words they spoke,
Till the day breaking, their embraces broke.

shepherd: See love, the blushes of the morne appeare,
And now she hangs her pearlie store
(Rob'd from the Easterne shore)
I'th' Couslips bell, and Roses eare:
Sweet, I must stay no longer here.

nymph: Those streakes of doubtfull light, usher not day,
But shew my sunne must set; no Morne
Shall shine till thou returne,
The yellow Planets, and the gray
Dawne, shall attend thee on thy way.

shepherd: If thine eyes guild my pathes, they may forbeare
Their uselesse shine.
nymph:My teares will quite
Extinguish their faint light.
shepherd: Those drops will make their beames more cleare,
Loves flames will shine in every teare.

chorus: They kist, and wept, and from their lips, and eyes,
In a mixt dew, of brinie sweet,
Their joyes, and sorowes meet,
But she cryes out
nymph:Shepherd arise,
The Sun betrayes us else to spies.

shepherd: The winged houres flye fast, whilst we embrace,
But when we want their help to meet,
They move with leaden feet.
nymph: Then let us pinion Time, and chase
The day for ever from this place.

shepherd: Harke!
nymph:Aye me stay!
shepherd:For ever.
nymph:No, arise,
Wee must be gone.
shepherd:My nest of spice.
nymph: My soule.
shepherd:My Paradise.
chorus: Neither could say farewell, but through their eyes
Griefe, interrupted speach with teares supplyes.