Sonet 2.

Fly low (deare Loue) thy sun dost thow not see?
Take heed doe not so neare his rayes aspire
Least for thy pride inflam'd with kindled ire
It burne thy wings as it hath burned me.

Thow happely sayst thy wings immortall bee
And so cannot consumed be with fire
The one is hope the other is desire
And that the heauens bestow'd them both on thee.

A Muses words caus'd thee with hope to flye
An Angells face desire hath begotte
Thy selfe engendred of a goddesse eye

Sonet 1.

Resolud to loue vnworthie to obtayne
I doe no favoure craue but humble wise
To thee my sighes in verse I sacrifice
Only some pittie and no helpe to gayne.

Heare then and as my heart shall ay remayne
A patient obiect to thy lightning eyes
A patient eare bring thow to thundring cryes
Feare not the cracke when I the blow sustayne

So as thyne eye bred my ambitiouse thought
So shall thyne eare make proude my voyce for ioy
Loe deare what wonders great by thee are wrought

ECLOGUE X

Meroe, Otys

M EROE . Otys , begin — —
Since he is gone, I'll fetch him to my Arms
By sacred Spells, and Force of Magick Charms,
Search in the Slime, you'll find the Cramp-fish there,
That, chilling stops whatever swims too near:
You'll find the Fish, that stays the labouring Ship,
Tho' ruffling Winds drive o'er the noisy Deep:
So Phorbas , while from me he perjur'd flies,
Is struck benumb'd, and fix'd with strange Surprize.
Look down auspicious Moon: too well you know

So long as we are exiled from God, we can scarcely escape sin .

R ESTORATION

I CAME into the world for love of Thee,
 I left Thee at Thy bidding;
I put off my white robes and shining crown
And came into this world for love of Thee.

I have lived in the grey light for love of Thee,
 In mean and darken'd houses:
The scarlet fruits of knowledge and of sin
Have stain'd me with their juice for love of Thee.

I could not choose but sin for love of Thee,
 From Thee so sadly parted;

GATES OF LOVE

I S that thy voice which, deep in haunted glades,
Expounds the passion of the nightingale?
Is that thy smile which on these Kentish cliffs
Pours mellow warmth o'er miles of waving wheat?
Is that thine eyes' light on the gleaming sea?
Is that the flower-sweet fragrance of thy breath
In hyacinthine dingles, deeply sunk,
Possess'd by spells and incense? Is it thou
Whose beauty's morn, in amaranthine blue
And glory draped, looks down on joyful earth
And royal majesty of open main

It is, it was, and yet it was not. No,
The thing that was is not the thing I knew,
What God Himself has done can Time undo,
Take what He gave? O Earth, thy lilies blow;
And bright, O Heaven, is thy morning glow,
And quickly comes the winter, comes the night —
And even so our glory and delight
Must pass — the thing we treasure even so.

We saw Thy gifts and loved, and Thee we saw,
Bright in their brightness — Thee we saw and loved —
And not in vain our hearts were inly moved,
And not in vain the rapture and the awe;

O great Immortal, take my mortal hand,
One moment let me feel thy hand on mine,
And tell me of the mansions that are thine,
Far in the bright remote mysterious land;
Where purer ripples break upon the strand,
Where brighter stars and larger planets shine,
Where earth is fairer, heaven more divine,
And loving souls in Love's high presence stand.

And thou shalt tell me also how thy place
Was vacant, how thou didst not hold in scorn
The taint of mortal things and Time's disgrace;
And even to man, the outcast and forlorn,

" THE rocks are steep, the river deep and broad,
The way is hard to find, and night is near;
O hear the voice of Him who loves thee dear,
O pilgrim, pilgrim, listen to thy Lord!
There in the darkness, evil shapes abhorred
Crouch in the place of dragons — pilgrim, hear!
And take the gift of Him who loves thee dear;
O pilgrim, take the Lamp and take the Sword! —

" I hear, I take the gifts thaThe has given,
The Lord of all the lanterns of the sky,
And all the swords of all the hosts of heaven;
I take His gift, His servant true am I,

I WEPT , and weeping said my tears between,
" O dead immortal Master, shall I chide
Life? — Thou hast lived it — Death? — and Thou hast died;
Or shall Thy servant hold it vile and mean
To see the things the Master's eye hath seen,
To tread the path the Master's feet have trod
Bright with the footsteps of the Living God;
Love what He loved, and be what He has been?"

And if it is alone that I must go,
And if I have no comrade at my side,
And if I search the vacant heavens and see
No hope or comfort — aye, if it be so,

Soft in the garden blows the breath of Spring,
Sweet to his sweetheart coos the brooding dove,
Soft to the dreamer murmurs dreaming Love,
As soft, as sweet, as swiftly vanishing;
Soft to the dreaming ear Love's red lips sing,
" Now is the hour to dream and now the day:
Swiftly the moments pass away, away" —
And ye are brothers, Love and thou, O Spring!

The father of a million Springs art thou,
And each the father of a million flowers:
And Love and Thou ye reck not of the hours:
Old Time can swear that Love's as lovely now,