The incense was to Heaven dear,

Not as a perfume, but a tear;

And stars show lovely in the night,

But as they seem the tears of light.

Ope then, mine eyes, your double sluice, 45

And practise so your noblest use;

For others too can see, or sleep;

But only human eyes can weep.

Now, like two clouds dissolving, drop,

And at each tear in distance stop: 50