English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 141. Follow your Saint |
| | | Thomas Campion (1567(?)–1620) |
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| FOLLOW your saint, follow with accents sweet! | |
| Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet! | |
| There, wrapt in cloud of sorrow, pity move, | |
| And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love: | |
| But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, | 5 |
| Then burst with sighing in her sight, and ne’er return again! | |
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| All that I sung still to her praise did tend; | |
| Still she was first, still she my songs did end; | |
| Yet she my love and music both doth fly, | |
| The music that her echo is and beauty’s sympathy: | 10 |
| Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight! | |
| It shall suffice that they were breathed and died for her delight. | |
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