When I shall voice aloud how good Stone walls do not a prison make, If I have freedom in my love, SONG. [The last three stanzas of this spirited lyric being a little too free for quotation, I have omitted them.] Amarantha, sweet and fair, Ah! braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye, Let it fly as unconfined As its calm ravisher, the Wind; Who hath left his darling, th' east, To wanton o'er that spicy nest. Every tress must be confessed, But neatly tangled at the best ; Do not, then, wind up that light But shake your head, and scatter day! TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, THE SCRUTINY. Why should you say I am forsworn, Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And 't was last night I swore to thee Have I not loved thee much, and long, I must all other beauties wrong, Not but all joy in thy brown hair For treasure in unploughed-up ground. Then, if when I have loved my round, ELINDA'S GLOVE. SONNET. Thou snowy farm with thy five tenements! But she a-gathering flowers and hearts is gone, But grieve not, pretty Ermine cabinet, If not, what tenant then can fit The slender turnings of thy narrow room, Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee: Five kisses, one unto a place ; For though the lute's too high for me, Yet servants, knowing minikin nor base, JOHN CLEVELAND. 1613-1658. ["Poems" (?) 1651.] UPON PHILLIS, WALKING IN A MORNING BEFORE SUN-RISING. THE sluggish morn as yet undressed, My Phillis brake from out her East, The wingéd choristers began To chirp their matins; and the fan Of whistling winds, like organs, played Unto their voluntaries, made The wakened earth in odours rise To be her morning sacrifice. The flowers, called out of their beds, Start and raise up their drowsy heads, And he that for their colour seeks, These miracles had cramped the sun, The trembling leaves through which he played, But what religious palsy 's this, Which makes the boughs divest their bliss, Phillis perceives, (and lest her stay Should wed October unto May, And, as her beauty caused a Spring, |