Lumen de Lumine

When she had thus said, she took out of her Bosome, two miraculous Medals, not Metalline, but such as I had never seen, neither did I conceive there was in Nature such pure, and glorious Substances. In my Judgement they were two Magicall Astrolasms, but she call'd them Saphirics of the Sun and Moone. These Miracles she commended to my perusall, excusing her self as being sleepie, otherwise she had expounded them for me. I look'd, admir'd, and wearied my self in their Contemplation. Their Complexion was so heavenly, their contrivance so mysterious, I did not well know, what to make of them. I turn'd aside to see if she was still a sleep, but she was gone, and this did not a little trouble me. I expected her Returne, till the Day was quite spent, but she did not appeare. At last fixing my Eys on that place, where shee sometimes rested, I discover'd certain peeces of Gold, which she had left behind her, and hard by a paper folded like a Letter. These I took up, and now the Night approaching, the Evening-star turn'd in the West, when taking my last survey of her flowrie pillow, I parted from it in this Verse.