Life. 75 Farewell, dear flowers! sweetly your time ye spent, Fit while ye lived for smell or ornament, And after death for cures : I follow straight, without complaints or grief, Since if my scent be good, I care not if It be as short as yours! 76 Thou that know'st for whom I Mourn. THOU THAT KNOW'ST FOR WHOM I MOURN. HOU that know'st for whom I mourn, And why these tears appear, That keep'st account, till the return, As easily thou might'st prevent, As now produce, these tears, And add, unto that day he went, A fair supply of years. But 'twas my sin that forced thy hand For thou hast placed in man's outside Death to the common eye, That heaven within him might abide Thus, Lord, I see my gain is great, Thou that know'st for whom I Mourn. 77 Yet something more I must entreat, O let me, like him, know my end, And whatsoe'er thou shalt commend, And deck me, Lord, with the same crown 78 Dear Friend, far off, my lost Desire. DEAR FRIEND, FAR OFF, MY LOST D DESIRE. EAR friend, far off, my lost desire, weal; Oh, loved the most when most I feel There is a lower and a higher; Known and unknown, human, divine! Mine, mine, forever, ever mine! Strange friend, past, present, and to be, Thy voice is on the rolling air; I hear thee where the waters run; And in the setting thou art fair. not Dear Friend, far off, my lost Desire. 79 What art thou, then? I cannot guess; But though I seem in star and flower To feel thee, some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; |