Lumen de Lumine

PRetty green Bank farewell! and mayst thou weare Sun beams, and Rose, and Lilies all the yeare! She slept on Thee: but needed not to shed Her Gold, 'twas pay enough to be her Bed. Thy Flow'rs are Favo'rits; for this lov'd Day They were my Rivals, and with Her did play. They found their Heav'n at hand, and in her Eys Injoy'd a Copie of their absent skies. Their weaker paint did with true Glories trade, And mingl'd with her Cheeks, one Posie made. And did not her soft skin confine their pride, And with a skreen of Silk both Flow'rs divide, They had suck'd life from thence, and from her Heat Borrow'd a Soul to make themselves compleat. O happy Pillow! Though thou art Laid even With Dust, she made thee up almost a Heaven. Her Breath rain'd Spices, and each Amber ring Of her bright locks strew'd Bracelets o'r thy spring. That Earth's not poor, did such a Treasure hold, But thrice inrich'd, with Amber, Spice, and Gold.