Classic Poem

See, how like twilight slumber falls
T' obscure the glory of those balls,
And, as she sleeps,
See how Light creeps
Thorough the Chinks, and Beautifies
The rayie fringe of her fair Eyes .

Observe Loves feuds, how fast they fly,
To every heart, from her clos'd Eye,
What then will she,
When waking, be?
A glowing Light for all t' admire,
Such as would set the World on fire.

Then seal her Eye-lids, gentle Sleep ,
While cares of her mine open keep;
Lock up, I say,
Those Doors of Day ,
Which with the Morn for Lustre strive,
That I may look on her, and live.