INVITING THE INFLUENCE OF A YOUNG LADY UPON THE
YOU wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crownd;
When as you walk your
Goes shining all around:
Upon your secret, smiling way
Such new contents were found,
Dancing Loves made holiday
On that delightful ground.
Then summon April forth, and send
through the flowers;
About our woods your grace extend,
A queen of careless hours.
For O! not Vera veild
Nor Dians sacred Ring,
With all her royal nymphs in train
Could so lead on the Spring.
MOST Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired
Give thou repose.
And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead days requiem
Make in my ears, who
Let them that guard the hornàed Moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have
new dreams and blest
In my brief rest.
Fold thy great wings about my face,
Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,
And cheat me with
thy false delight,
Most Holy Night.
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