Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Carew. 1595?1639?295. Another
THIS little vault, this narrow room, | |
Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; | |
The dawning beam, that ‘gan to clear | |
Our clouded sky, lies darken’d here, | |
For ever set to us: by Death | 5 |
Sent to enflame the World Beneath. | |
‘Twas but a bud, yet did contain | |
More sweetness than shall spring again; | |
A budding Star, that might have grown | |
Into a Sun when it had blown. | 10 |
This hopeful Beauty did create | |
New life in Love’s declining state; | |
But now his empire ends, and we | |
From fire and wounding darts are free; | |
His brand, his bow, let no man fear: | 15 |
The flames, the arrows, all lie here. |