Richard Lovelace

Lucasta Weeping

Richard Lovelace was an English poet






I.
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
  Inamour'd god of day,
With his soft handkercher of light,
  Kist the wet pearles away.

  II.
But when her teares his heate or'ecame,
  In cloudes he quensht his beames,
And griev'd, wept out his eye of flame,
  So drowned her sad streames.

  III.
At this she smiled, when straight the sun
  Cleer'd by her kinde desires;
And by her eyes reflexion
  Fast kindl'd there his fires.

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