An Apparition.

MOre welcome my Castara, then was light
To the disordered Chaos. O what bright
And nimble chariot brought thee through the aire?
While the amazed stars to see so faire
And pure a beauty from the earth arise,
Chang'd all their glorious bodies into eyes.
O let my zealous lip print on thy hand
The story of my love, which there shall stand
A bright inscription to be read by none,
But who as I love thee, and love but one.

Why vanish you away? Or is my se…se
Deluded by my hope? O sweete offence
Oferring nature▪ And would heaven this …
Beene true; or that I thus were ever mad.