Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne

Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)

The Harmony of Love

A VERY phoenix, in her radiant eyes

I leave mine age, and get my life again;

True Hesperus, I watch her fall and rise,

And with my tears extinguish all my pain;

My lips for shadows shield her springing roses,

Mine eyes for watchmen guard her while she sleepeth,

My reasons serve to ’quite her faint supposes;

Her fancy, mine; my faith her fancy keepeth;

She flower, I branch; her sweet my sour supporteth,

O happy Love, where such delights consorteth!