Elegy 17. At my Return, having brought her the first days Journey

Farewell again, Fair Mistress of my heart;
For you must go, and I must now depart.
My body doth return; my heart doth stay:
You it along with you do bear away.
Lay it by yours, thither it would withdraw;
The fire of mine the frost of yours may thaw.
Farewel dear eies: It will be tedious Night
With me as long as I do want your light.
Farewell sweet mouth, encompass'd with a row
Of richest Cherries over and below;
The Nectar and Ambrosia I shall want
That hang on them, and fast an irksome Lent.
Farewel best tongue; Now thee I shall not hear,
I would not care if all things silent were.
Farewell all fair! Beauty I shall not view,
Until again I do behold't in you.
All things befriend you; Hyems, do not frown
Keep Boreas still, and all his Brethren down.
Be of a kind Aspect, and look not pale
With frost or Snow; not sullenly let fall
Showr's from thine eies; Be milde, that Phoebus may
Waite on my lovely mistress every day.
So she may hap to favour thee; which thing
May change the Winter to another Spring.
My last Farewel: Till I in London see
My Love again, I shall a mourner be.