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| I SEND, I send here my supremest kiss | |
| To thee, my silver-footed Thamasis. | |
| No more shall I reiterate thy strand, | |
| Whereon so many stately structures stand: | |
| Nor in the summer’s sweeter evenings go, | 5 |
| To bath in thee, as thousand others doe: | |
| No more shall I a long thy christall glide, | |
| In barge with boughes and rushes beautifi’d, | |
| With soft-smooth virgins for our chast disport, | |
| To Richmond, Kingstone, and to Hampton-Court: | 10 |
| Never againe shall I with finnie ore | |
| Put from or draw unto the faithfull shore, | |
| And landing here, or safely landing there, | |
| Make way to my beloved Westminster, | |
| Or to the golden Cheap-side, where the earth | 15 |
| Of Julia Herrick gave to me my birth. | |
| May all clean nimphs and curious water dames | |
| With swan-like state flote up and down thy streams: | |
| No drought upon thy wanton waters fall | |
| To make them leane, and languishing at all: | 20 |
| No ruffling winds come hither to discease | |
| Thy pure and silver-wristed Naides. | |
| Keep up your state, ye streams; and as ye spring, | |
| Never make sick your banks by surfeiting. | |
| Grow young with tydes, and though I see ye never, | 25 |
| Receive this vow, so fare ye well for ever. | |
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