Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Carew. 1595?1639?289. Song
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, | |
When June is past, the fading rose; | |
For in your beauty’s orient deep | |
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. | |
Ask me no more whither do stray | 5 |
The golden atoms of the day; | |
For in pure love heaven did prepare | |
Those powders to enrich your hair. | |
Ask me no more whither doth haste | |
The nightingale when May is past; | 10 |
For in your sweet dividing throat | |
She winters and keeps warm her note. | |
Ask me no more where those stars ‘light | |
That downwards fall in dead of night; | |
For in your eyes they sit, and there | 15 |
Fixèd become as in their sphere. | |
Ask me no more if east or west | |
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; | |
For unto you at last she flies, | |
And in your fragrant bosom dies. | 20 |