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 :And see but eyes of light. This strange and subtle God, I saye
 * Of late appear'd to me,

And by the hand my Mistres ledd,
 * Loe here she is quoth he, 20

Whose presence breeds as manie joyes
 * As absence breeds thee woes

Loe here the harbour of thy hart
 * Loe here thy onlie chose

Loe here she is who makes thee trade 25
 * The statelie forcked hill,

Whose pleasant grasse beginnes to fade
 * So trampled by thee still,

Loe here she is who makes thee drinke
 * The christall silver spring 30

Of flying horse and riding foule
 * As ancient Po&euml;ts sing,

Loe here the subject and the wings
 * Of thy high flying verse

That mountes above the flammie vaults 35
 * And to the heaven does pearse.

With this me thought she bowed her doune
 * And joyned the rubies sine,

(That hides her ivorie rankes and smells
 * Of Nectar) unto mine, 40

Sine with her soft and silken hands
 * About my necke she layes

A tablet and an Amethyst
 * And silent slipps her wayes.

But loe my minde so passion'd was 45
 * My hart so sturr'd withall

With joye extreame, as made them soone
 * My senses to recall.

And looke how soone from slugglish sleepe
 * I perfectlie awooke, 50

Even at the first (ô miracle)