1 [1].
"What's that we see from far? the spring of Day
Bloom'd from the East, or fair enamell'd May
Blown out of April; or some new
Star fill'd with glory to our view,
Reaching at Heaven,
To add a nobler Planet to the seven?
Say or do we not descry
Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany
To move, or rather the
Emerging Venus from the sea?
2 [2].
"'Tis she! 'tis she! or else some more Divine
Enlightened substance; mark how from the shrine
Of holy Saints she paces on
Throwing about Vermilion
And Amber: spice-
ing the chafte-air with fumes of Paradise.
Then come on, come on, and yield
A savour like unto a blessed field,
When the bedabbled morn
Washes the golden ears of corn.
3.
"Lead on fair paranymphs, the while her eyes,
Guilty of somewhat, ripe the strawberries
And cherries in her cheeks, there's cream
Already spilt, her rays must gleam
Gently thereon,
And so beget lust and temptation
To surfeit and to hunger.
Help on her pace; and, though she lag, yet stir
Her homewards; well she knows
Her heart's at home, howe'er she goes.
4 [3].
"See where she comes; and smell how all the street
Breathes Vine-yards and Pomegranates: O how sweet,
As a fir'd Altar, is each stone
Spirting forth pounded Cinnamon.
The Phœnix nest,
Built up of odours, burneth in her breast.
Who would not then consume
ash-heaps]His soul to ashes in that rich perfume?
Bestroking Fate the while
He burns to embers on the Pile.
5 [4].
ground]"Hymen, O Hymen! tread the sacred round
Shew thy white feet, and head with Marjoram crowned:
Mount up thy flames, and let thy Torch
Display thy Bridegroom in the porch
In his desires
disparkling]More towering, more besparkling than thy fires:
Shew her how his eyes do turn
And roll about, and in their motions burn
Their balls to cinders: haste
Or, like a firebrand, he will waste.