Poems, by that most famous wit, William Drummond of Hawthornden

SON.

LAmpe of Heavens Christall Hall that brings the Houres, Eye-dazeler, who makes the ugly Night At thy Approach flie to her slumbry Bowres, And fills the World with Wonder and Delight. Life of all lives, Death-giver by thy flight To the south Pole from these sixe Signes of ours, Gold-smith of all the Stars, with Silver bright Who Moone enamells, Apelles of the Flowers. Ah from those watry Plaines thy golden Head Raise up, and bring the so long lingring Morne, A Grave, nay Hell, I find become this Bed, This Bed so grievously where I am torne: But woe is me though thou now brought the Day, Day shall but serve moe Sorrows to display.