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815. THE CLOUD.
Seest thou that cloud that rides in state,
Part ruby-like, part candidate?
It is no other than the bed
Where Venus sleeps half-smothered.
Candidate, robed in white.
Part ruby-like, part candidate?
It is no other than the bed
Where Venus sleeps half-smothered.
Candidate, robed in white.
817. THE AMBER BEAD.
I saw a fly within a bead
Of amber cleanly buried;
The urn was little, but the room
More rich than Cleopatra's tomb.
Of amber cleanly buried;
The urn was little, but the room
More rich than Cleopatra's tomb.
818. TO MY DEAREST SISTER, M. MERCY HERRICK.
Whene'er I go, or whatsoe'er befalls
Me in mine age, or foreign funerals,
This blessing I will leave thee, ere I go:
Prosper thy basket and therein thy dough.
Feed on the paste of filberts, or else knead
And bake the flour of amber for thy bread.
Balm may thy trees drop, and thy springs run oil,
And everlasting harvest crown thy soil!
These I but wish for; but thyself shall see
The blessing fall in mellow times on thee.
Me in mine age, or foreign funerals,
This blessing I will leave thee, ere I go:
Prosper thy basket and therein thy dough.
Feed on the paste of filberts, or else knead
And bake the flour of amber for thy bread.
Balm may thy trees drop, and thy springs run oil,
And everlasting harvest crown thy soil!
These I but wish for; but thyself shall see
The blessing fall in mellow times on thee.
819. THE TRANSFIGURATION.
Immortal clothing I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
