Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Richard Crashaw (1613?–1640)S. Mary Magdalene
| NOT in the evening’s eyes | |
| When they red with weeping are | |
| For the sun that dies | |
| Sits sorrow with a face so fair: | |
| Nowhere but here did ever meet | 5 |
| Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet. | |
| When Sorrow would be seen | |
| In her brightest majesty | |
| (For she is a queen), | |
| Then is she dress’d by none but thee. | 10 |
| Then, and only then, she wears | |
| Her proudest pearls, I mean thy tears. | |
| The dew no more will weep, | |
| The primrose’s pale cheek to deck; | |
| The dew no more will sleep, | 15 |
| Nuzzled in the lily’s neck: | |
| Much rather would it be thy tear, | |
| And leave them both to tremble here. | |