VVhile Northward you King Charles on hunting goe,
And to the South your Princely backe doe show,
Cloudy Orion in the Skies doth frowne,
The South untimely Catarracts powres downe,
Which thinke not to be raine in Clouds new bred,
But teares which heaven for your departure shed.
(Francis Kynaston)
More Poetry from Francis Kynaston:
- To Cynthia, On A Mistresse For His Rivals (Francis Kynaston Poems)
- To Cynthia On Her Looking Glasse (Francis Kynaston Poems)
- To Cynthia On Her Being An Incendiary (Francis Kynaston Poems)
- To Cynthia An Apologie (Francis Kynaston Poems)
- To Cynthia On A Kisse (Francis Kynaston Poems)
- To Cynthia On Her Embraces (Francis Kynaston Poems)