You, that decipher out the Fate <br />Of humane Off-springs from the Skies, <br />What mean these Infants which of late <br />Spring from the Starrs of Chlora's Eyes? <br /> <br />Her Eyes confus'd, and doubled ore, <br />With Tears suspended ere they flow; <br />Seem bending upwards, to restore <br />To Heaven, whence it came, their Woe. <br /> <br />When, molding of the watry Sphears, <br />Slow drops unty themselves away; <br />As if she, with those precious Tears, <br />Would strow the ground where Strephon lay. <br /> <br />Yet some affirm, pretending Art, <br />Her Eyes have so her Bosome drown'd, <br />Only to soften near her Heart <br />A place to fix another Wound. <br /> <br />And, while vain Pomp does her restrain <br />Within her solitary Bowr, <br />She courts her self in am'rous Rain; <br />Her self both Danae and the Showr. <br /> <br />Nay others, bolder, hence esteem <br />Joy now so much her Master grown, <br />That whatsoever does but seem <br />Like Grief, is from her Windows thrown. <br /> <br />Nor that she payes, while she survives, <br />To her dead Love this Tribute due; <br />But casts abroad these Donatives, <br />At the installing of a new. <br /> <br />How wide they dream! The Indian Slaves <br />That sink for Pearl through Seas profound, <br />Would find her Tears yet deeper Waves <br />And not of one the bottom sound. <br /> <br />I yet my silent Judgment keep, <br />Disputing not what they believe: <br />But sure as oft as Women weep, <br />It is to be suppos'd they grieve.<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mourning-2/
