I. <br />See! what an undisturbed teare <br /> She weepes for her last sleepe; <br />But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star, <br /> She weepes that she did weepe. <br /> <br /> II. <br />Griefe ne're before did tyranize <br /> On th' honour of that brow, <br />And at the wheeles of her brave eyes <br /> Was captive led til now. <br /> <br /> III. <br />Thus, for a saints apostacy <br /> The unimagin'd woes <br />And sorrowes of the Hierarchy <br /> None but an angel knowes. <br /> <br /> IV. <br />Thus, for lost soules recovery <br /> The clapping of all wings <br />And triumphs of this victory <br /> None but an angel sings. <br /> <br /> V. <br />So none but she knows to bemone <br /> This equal virgins fate, <br />None but LUCASTA can her crowne <br /> Of glory celebrate. <br /> <br /> VI. <br />Then dart on me (CHAST LIGHT) one ray, <br /> By which I may discry <br />Thy joy cleare through this cloudy day <br /> To dresse my sorrow by.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucasta-paying-her-obsequies-to-the-chast-memory/
