HERBERT.
“But groans are quick and full of wings,
And all their motions upward be,
And ever as they mount, like larks they sing:
The note is sad, yet music for a king.”
“Joys oft are there, and griefs as oft as joys,
But griefs without a noise;
Yet speak they louder than distempered fears:
What is so shrill as silent tears?”
“At first Thou gavest me milk and sweetnesses,
I had my wish and way;
My days were strewed with flowers and happiness;
There was no month but May.”
“Only a scarf or glove
Doth warm our hands, and make them write of Love.”
“I got me flowers to strew Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought Thy sweets along with Thee.”
“O come! for Thou dost know the way:
Or if to me Thou wilt not move,
Remove me where I need not say,
‘Drop from above.’”
“Sure Thou wilt joy by gaining me
To fly home like a laden bee.”