Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.
Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.
Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . .