WILLIAM DRUMMOND (1585-1649) I KNOW that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is brought, In Time's great periods shall return to nought; That fairest states have fatal nights and days; I know how all the Muse's heavenly lays, 1. With toil of spright which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, And that nought lighter is than airy praise; I know frail beauty like the purple flower, To which one morn both birth and death affords ; That love a jarring is of mind's accords, Where sense and will invassal reason's power: Know what I list, this all can not me move, But that, O me! I both must write and love. WILLIAM DRUMMOND DEAR quirister, who from those shadows sends, And long, long sing) for what thou thus complains, Now smiles on meadows, mountains, woods, and The bird, as if my question did her move, With trembling wings sobbed forth, I love, I love! WILLIAM DRUMMOND If crost with all mishaps be my poor life, If one short day I never spent in mirth, Where slave-born man plays to the scoffing stars, If youth be tossed with love, with weakness age, If knowledge serve to hold our thoughts in wars; If time can close the hundred mouths of fame, And make, what long since past, like that to be, If I, when I was born, was born to die The fairest rose in shortest time decays. WILLIAM DRUMMOND THAT learned Grecian, who did so excel That at the time when first our souls are framed, Ere in these mansions blind they came to dwell, They live bright rays of that eternal light, And others see, know, love, in heaven's great height, Not toiled 2 with aught to reason doth rebel. My mind me told, that in some other place Sith I her loved ere on this earth she came. 1 Ref. to the Phædrus of Plato. 2 Toiled = wearied. WILLIAM DRUMMOND SLEEP, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest,1 To inward light which thou art wont to shew, 1 Suggested by Marino, Rime (Ven. 1602), part i., p. 31, 'O del silentio figlio, e dela notte.' Cp. Sidney, Astrophel, Sonn. 39. |