| Alexander Pope (1688–1744). Complete Poetical Works. 1903. | | | | Early Poems: Imitations of English Poets | | Cowley: Weeping |
| | | WHILE Celia’s tears make sorrow bright, | |
| Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes; | |
| The sun, next those the fairest light, | |
| Thus from the ocean first did rise: | |
| And thus thro’ mists we see the sun, | 5 |
| Which else we durst not gaze upon. | |
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| These silver drops, like morning dew, | |
| Foretell the fervor of the day: | |
| So from one cloud soft showers we view, | |
| And blasting lightnings burst away. | 10 |
| The stars that fall from Celia’s eye | |
| Declare our doom is drawing nigh. | |
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| The baby in that sunny sphere | |
| So like a Phaëton appears, | |
| That Heav’n, the threaten’d world to spare, | 15 |
| Thought fit to drown him in her tears; | |
| Else might th’ ambitious nymph aspire | |
| To set, like him, Heav’n too on fire. | | | | |
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