SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
Sang, of delicious love and.honeyed dart;
He with light steps went up a western hill,
And bade the sun farewell, and joyed his fill.	go
XI
All close they met again, -before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
And close they met, all eves, before the dusk
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,
Close in a bower of hyacinth and musk,	85
Unknown of any, free, from whispering tale.
Ah! better had it been for ever so,
Than idle ears should pleasure in their woe.
.XII
Were they unhappy then ?—It cannot be—
Too many tears for lovers have been shed,	90
Too many sighs give we to them in fee,
Too much of pity after they are dead,
Too many doleful stories do we see,
Whose matter in bright gold were best be read;
Except in such a page where Theseus* spouse	95
Over the pathless waves towards him bows.
XIII
But, for the general award of love,
The little sweet doth kill much bitterness;
Though Dido silent is in under-grove,
And Isabella's was a great distress,	100
Though young Lorenzo in warm Indian clove
Was not embalmed, this truth is not the less-
Even bees, the. little almsmen of spring-bowers,
Know there is richest juice-in poison-flowers.
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