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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

Henry Constable

XV. Diaphenia

DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly,

White as the sun, fair as the lily,

Heigh ho, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as my lambs

Are belovèd of their dams;

How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me.

Diaphenia like the spreading roses,

That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,

Fair sweet, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as each flower

Loves the sun’s life-giving power;

For dead, thy breath to life might move me.

Diaphenia like to all things blessèd

When all thy praises are expressèd,

Dear joy, how I do love thee!

As the birds do love the spring,

Or the bees their careful king:

Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!