Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
I. AdmirationSong: Ask me no more where Jove bestows
Thomas Carew (1595?1639?)A
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty’s orient deep,
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat,
She winters and keeps warm her note.
That downward fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixèd become as in their sphere.
The Phœnix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.