Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921.

1621–1695 Henry Vaughan

To Amoret gone from him

FANCY, and I, last Evening walkt,

And, Amoret, of thee we talkt;

The West just then had stolne the Sun,

And his last blushes were begun:

We sate, and markt how every thing

Did mourne his absence; How the Spring

That smil’d, and curl’d about his beames,

Whilst he was here, now check’d her streames:

The wanton Eddies of her face

Were taught lesse noise, and smoother grace;

And in a slow, sad channell went,

Whisp’ring the banks their discontent:

The carelesse ranks of flowers that spread

Their perfum’d bosomes to his head,

And with an open, free Embrace,

Did entertaine his beamy face;

Like absent friends point to the West,

And on that weake reflection feast.

If Creatures then that have no sence,

But the loose tye of influence,

(Though fate, and time each day remove

Those things that element their love)

At such vast distance can agree,

Why, Amoret, why should not wee.