Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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The Night-piece, or a Picture drawn in the dark.

DArkness, which fairest Nymphs disarms,
Defends us ill from Mira's Charms;
Mira can lay her Beauty by,
Take no advantage of the Eye,
Quit all that Lilly's Art can take,
And yet a thousand Captives make;
Her Speech is grac't with sweeter Sound,
Than in another's Song is found,
And all her well-plac'd words are Darts,
Which need no Light to reach our Hearts.
As the bright Stars and milky way,
Show'd by the Night, are hid by Day;
So we in that accomplisht Mind,
Helpt by the Night, new Graces find,
Page  235 Which by the splendor of her view
Dazled before we never knew;
While we converse with her, we mark
No want of Day, nor think it dark;
Her shining Image is a light
Fixt in our hearts, and conquers Night;
Like Jewels to advantage set,
Her Beauty by the shade does get;
There, Blushes, Frowns, and cold Disdain,
All, that our Passion might restrain
Is hid, and our Indulgent mind
Presents the fair Idea kind.
Yet friended by the Night, we dare,
Only in whispers, tell our Care;
He that on her his bold hand lays
With Cupid's pointed Arrows plays,
They, with a touch, they are so keen,
Wound us unshot, and She unseen;
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All near approaches threaten Death,
We may be shipwrackt by her Breath.
Love favour'd once, with that sweet Gale,
Doubles his Haste, and fills his Sail,
Till he arrive, where she must prove
The Haven, or the Rock, of Love;
So we th'Arabian Coast do know,
At distance, when the Spices blow,
By the rich Odour taught to steer,
Though neither Day, nor Stars appear.