Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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The Countess of Carlisle in Mourning.
WHen from black Clouds no part of Sky is clear,
But just so much as lets the Sun appear;
Heaven then would seem thy Image, and reflect
Those Sable Vestments, and that Bright Aspect.
Page 25 A spark of Virtue by the deepest shade
Of sad adversity is fairer made;
Nor less advantage doth thy Beauty get,
A Venus rising from a Sea of Jet.
Such was th'appearance of new formed Light,
While yet it strugled with Eternal night.
Then mourn no more; lest thou admit encrease
Of Glory, by thy noble Lords Decease.
We find not that the Laughter-loving Dame
Mourn'd for Anchises; 'twas enough she came
To grace the Mortal with her deathless Bed,
And that his living Eyes such Beauty fed:
Had she been there, untimely joy through all
Mens Hearts diffus'd, had mar'd the Funeral.
Those eyes were made to banish grief: as well
Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell,
As they to put on sorrow; nothing stands
But power to grieve, exempt from thy commands.
Page 26 If thou lament, thou must do so alone;
Grief in thy presence, can lay hold on none.
Yet still persist the memory to love
Of that great Mercury of our mighty Iove,
Who by the power of his enchanting tongue,
Swords from the hands of threatning Monarchs wrung.
War he prevented, or soon made it cease,
Instructing Princes in the Arts of Peace:
Such as made Sheba'scurious Queen resort
To the large-hearted Hebrews Famous Court.
Had Homer sat amongst his wondring guests,
He might have learn'd at those stupendous Feasts,
With greater Bounty, and more sacred State
The Banquets of the Gods to celebrate.
But O! what Elocution might he use,
What potent Charms that could so soon infuse
His absent Masters love into the Heart
Of Henrietta, forcing her to part
Page 27 From her lov'd Brother, Country, and the Sun,
And like Camilla O're the waves to run
Into his arms; while the Parisian Dames
Mourn for their Ravish't glory: at their flames
No less amaz'd, than the amazed Stars,
When the bold Charmer of Thessalian Wars
With Heaven it self, and numbers does repeat
Which call descending Cynthia from her Seat.