08.01.2011, 17:49
Alexander Craig
1567 - 1627
O watchfull bird proclaymer of the day,
Withhold I pray thy piercing notes from me:
Yet crow and put the pilgrime to his way
And let the worke-man rise to earn his fee:
Yea let the lion fierce be feard of thee,
To leave his prey and lodge him in his cave
And let the deepe divine from dreaming flie,
To looke his leaves within his close conclave:
Each man, save I, may some remembrance have,
That gone is night and Phospher draweth nie:
Beat not thy breast for mee poor sleepeles slave,
To whom the fates alternall rest denie:
But if thou wouldst bring truce unto my teares,
Crow still for mercie in my mistris eares.
1567 - 1627
O watchfull bird proclaymer of the day,
Withhold I pray thy piercing notes from me:
Yet crow and put the pilgrime to his way
And let the worke-man rise to earn his fee:
Yea let the lion fierce be feard of thee,
To leave his prey and lodge him in his cave
And let the deepe divine from dreaming flie,
To looke his leaves within his close conclave:
Each man, save I, may some remembrance have,
That gone is night and Phospher draweth nie:
Beat not thy breast for mee poor sleepeles slave,
To whom the fates alternall rest denie:
But if thou wouldst bring truce unto my teares,
Crow still for mercie in my mistris eares.