Love

V

by William Drummond of Hawthornden 1585–1649

Love

ANd would you then shake off Loves golden chain,
With which it is best freedome to be bound?
And Cruell do ye seek to heale the Wound
Of Love, which hath such sweet and pleasant paine?
All that is subject unto natures raigne
In Skies above, or on this lower round,
When it is long and far sought, and hath found▪
Doth in D…cade…s fall and slack remaine;
Behold the Moon how gay her face doth grow
Till she kisse all the Sun, then doth decay;
See how the Seas tumultuously do flow
Till they embrace lov'd bankes, then …ost away:
So is't with love, unlesse you love me still;
O, do not thinke Ile yeeld unto your will.

CAres charming sleep, son of the …able night,
Brother to death, in silent darknesse borne,
Destroy my languish e're the day be light,
With darke forgetting of my cares returne▪
And let the day be long enough to mourne
The ship-wrack of my ill adventured Youth;
Let watry eyes suffice to waile their scorne
Without the troubles of the nights untruth;
Cease dreames, fond image of my fond desir…
To modell forth the passions of to morrow;
Let never rising Sun approve your teares
To add more griefe to aggravate my sorrow:
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vaine,
And never wake to feele the daies disdaine.

MLA

Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “V.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/204/.

Chicago

Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “V.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/204/.

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