The Parting.

AS Men in Groen-land left beheld the Sun
From their Horizon run;
And thought upon the lad half year
Of Cold and Darkness they must suffer there.

So on my parting Mistress did I look,
With such swoln eyes my farewel took;
Ah, my fair Star! said I;
Ah those blest Lands to which bright Thou dost fly!

In vain the Men of Learning comfort me;
And say I'm in a warm degree;
Say what they please; I say and swear
'Tis beyond eighty at least, if you'r not here.

It is, it is; I tremble with the Frost,
And know that I the Day have lost;
And those wilde things which Men they call,
I find to be but Bears or Foxes all▪

Return, return, gay Planet of mine East,
Of all that shines Thou much the Best!
And as thou now descend'st to Sea;
More fair and fresh rise up from thence to Mee.

Thou, who in many a Propriety,
So truly art the Sun to Mee,
Adde one more likeness, which I'm sure you can,
And let Me and my Sun beget a Man.