by Thomas Carew (1595? - 1639?)

You that think Love can convey
Language: English 
You that think Love can convey
       No other way
But through the eyes, into the heart,
       His fatal dart,
Close up those casements, and but hear
       This siren sing;
       And on the wing
Of her sweet voice, it shall appear
That Love can enter at the ear.

Then unveil your eyes; behold
       The curious mould
Where that voice dwells, and as we know,
       When the cocks crow,
And Sol is mounted on his way,
       We freely may
       Gaze on the day;
So may you, when the music's done,
Awake, and see the rising sun.

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Researcher for this text: Judith Cloud

This text was added to the website: 2011-06-23
Line count: 18
Word count: 94