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Thomas Carew

Song

ASK me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.

Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more where those stars 'light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become as in their sphere.

Ask me no more if east or west
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.

 
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About the poet
Thomas Carew
 
By the same poet
Persuasions to Joy: a Song
To His Inconstant Mistress
The Unfading Beauty
Ingrateful Beauty threatened
Epitaph: On the Lady Mary Villiers
Another Epitaph
 
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