| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Henry Vaughan |
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| 51. To Amoret gone from him |
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| FANCY, and I, last Evening walkt, | |
| And, Amoret, of thee we talkt; | |
| The West just then had stolne the Sun, | |
| And his last blushes were begun: | |
| We sate, and markt how every thing | 5 |
| Did mourne his absence; How the Spring | |
| That smil'd, and curl'd about his beames, | |
| Whilst he was here, now check'd her streames: | |
| The wanton Eddies of her face | |
| Were taught lesse noise, and smoother grace; | 10 |
| And in a slow, sad channell went, | |
| Whisp'ring the banks their discontent: | |
| The carelesse ranks of flowers that spread | |
| Their perfum'd bosomes to his head, | |
| And with an open, free Embrace, | 15 |
| Did entertaine his beamy face; | |
| Like absent friends point to the West, | |
| And on that weake reflection feast. | |
| If Creatures then that have no sence, | |
| But the loose tye of influence, | 20 |
| (Though fate, and time each day remove | |
| Those things that element their love) | |
| At such vast distance can agree, | |
| Why, Amoret, why should not wee. | |
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