Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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The Apology of Sleep.
For not approaching the Lady, who can do▪ any thing but sleep when she pleaseth,
MY charge it is those breaches to repair
Which nature takes from sorrow, toil and care▪
Rest to the Limbs, and quiet I confer
On troubled minds; but nought can add to her,
Whom Heaven and her transcendent thoughts have plac'd
Above those ills, which wretched Mortals taste.
Bright as the deathless gods, and happy She,
From all that may infringe delight, is free▪
Love at her Royal Feet his quiver lays,
And not his Mother with more haste obeys.
Page 92 Such real pleasures, such true joys suspence,
What Dream can I present to recompense?
Should I with lightning fill her awful hand,
And make the Clouds seem all at her command;
Or place her in Olympus top, a guest
Among th'immortals, who with Nectar feast:
That power would seem, that entertainment short
Of the true splendor of her present Court;
Where all the Joys and all the Glories are
Of three great Kingdoms, sever'd from the care.
I that of •umes and humid vapours made,
Ascending do the seat of sense invade,
No Cloud in so serene a Mansion find,
To over-cast her ever-shining mind;
Which holds resemblance with those spotless Skies,
Where flowing Nilus want of Rain supplies;
That Christal Heaven, where Phoebus never shrouds
His golden beams, nor wraps his Face in Clouds.
Page 93 But what so hard which numbers cannot force▪
So stoops the Moon, and Rivers change their course:
The bold Maeonian made me dare to steep
Ioves dreadful Temples in the dew of sleep.
And since the Muses do invoke my power,
I shall no more decline that Sacred Bower,
Where Gloriana th•ir great Mistriss lies,
But gently taming those victorious Eyes,
Charm all her senses; till the joyful Sun
Without a Rival half his course has run:
Who, while my hand that fairer light confines,
May boast himself the brightest thing that shines.