O happy Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap,
And valuest thy wealth, as I my want,
Then need’st thou not-which ah! I grieve to grant-
Repine at Jove, lull’d in his leman’s lap:
That golden shower in which he did repose-
One dewy drop it stains
Which thy Aurora rains
Upon the rural plains,
When from thy bed she passionately goes.
Then, waken’d with the music of the merles,
She not remembers Memnon when she mourns:
That faithful flame which in her bosom burns
From crystal conduits throws those liquid pearls:
Sad from thy sight so soon to be removed,
She so her grief delates.
-O favour’d by the fates
Above the happiest states,
Who art of one so worthy well-beloved!
(Archbishop William Alexander)
More Poetry from Archbishop William Alexander:
Archbishop William Alexander Poems based on Topics: Sadness, Music, Money & Wealth- The Waters of Babylon (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
- The Finding Of The Book (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
- Death Of Archbishop Malachy (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
- Psalm LXVIII (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
- The Old Man And The Ship (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
- The Rose Of The Infata (Archbishop William Alexander Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Sadness Poems, Money & Wealth Poems, Music PoemsBased on Keywords: leman, conduits, well-beloved, memnon, tithon, merles, valuest, delates