Come, come thou glorious object of my sight; O my joy, my life, my delight, Let this encounter be, In spite of fortune free. See how the twinkling tapers of the sky Do wonder at our constancy; How they crowd to behold what our arms do enfold, How all do envy our felicity. Look, O look how the small lights do fall, And adore what before The heavens have not shown, Nor the first stars known: Such a faith, such a love, As may move mighty Jove from above To descend and remain Among mortals again.
- by William Killigrew, Sir (1606 - 1695), appears in Selindra, first published 1665 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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