William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Laura SleepingCharles Cotton (16301687)
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And fan her with your cooling wings;
While she her drops of beauty weeps,
From pure, and yet unrivalled springs.
To kiss her lip and cheek be bold;
But with a calm and stealing pace;
Neither too rude, nor yet too cold.
With such a gale as wings soft Love,
And with so sweet, so rich an air,
As breathes from the Arabian grove.
Or that unfolds the morning’s door:
Sweet as the winds that gently fly
To sweep the Spring’s enamelled floor.
That pure and unpolluted run
Like to the new-born crystal streams,
Under the bright enamoured sun.
Her light, retire within your bar;
Her breath is life, her eyes are day,
And all mankind her creatures are.