DIVINATION BY A DAFFODIL. WHEN a daffodil I see WHEN Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead; TO THE VIRGINS. ATHER ye rosebuds while ye may: GATH Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; Then be not coy, but use your time, TO BLOSSOMS. FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile; And go at last. What, were ye born to be But you are lovely leaves, where we TO DAFFODILS. FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you; As quick a growth to meet decay, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as to the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again. TO MEADOWS. YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been filled with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. You've heard them sweetly sing, T But now, we see none here, Like unthrifts, having spent ANACREONTIC. BORN was I to be old, And for to die here; After that, in the mould There's no carousing. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED. HERE she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood; Who, as soon fell fast asleep, UPON A CHILD. HERE a pretty baby lies Sung asleep with lullabies; Pray be silent, and not stir The easy earth that covers her. GRACE FOR A CHILD. HERE, a little child, I stand, Cold as paddocks though they be, On our meat, and on our all. Amen. THE LITANY. N the hour of my distress, IN When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the artless doctor sees Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill Sweet Spirit, comfort me! |