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Richard Lovelace - To Lucasta Ode Lyrick
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                    I.
Ah LUCASTA, why so bright?
Spread with early streaked light!
If still vailed from our sight,
What is`t but eternall night?

                    II.
Ah LUCASTA, why so chaste?
With that vigour, ripenes grac`t,
Not to be by Man imbrac`t
Makes that Royall coyne imbace`t,
And this golden Orchard waste!

                    III.
Ah LUCASTA, why so great,
That thy crammed coffers sweat?
Yet not owner of a seat
May shelter you from Natures heat,
And your earthly joyes compleat.

                    IV.
Ah Lucasta, why so good?
Blest with an unstained flood
Flowing both through soule and blood;
If it be not understood,
`Tis a Diamond in mud.

                    V.
LUCASTA! stay! why dost thou flye?
Thou art not bright but to the eye,
Nor chaste but in the mariage-tye,
Nor great but in this treasurie,
Nor good but in that sanctitie.

                    VI.
Harder then the Orient stone,
Like an apparition,
Or as a pale shadow gone,
Dumbe and deafe she hence is flowne.

                    VII.
Then receive this equall dombe:
Virgins, strow no teare or bloome,
No one dig the Parian wombe;
Raise her marble heart i`th` roome,
And `tis both her coarse and tombe.
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