Another to the River Anker <br /> <br />Clear Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore <br />My soul-shrin'd saint, my fair Idea, lies, <br />O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore <br />The crystal stream refined by her eyes, <br />Where sweet myrrh-breathing Zephyr in the Spring <br />Gently distils his nectar-dropping showers, <br />Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing <br />Among the dainty dew-impearled flowers; <br />Say thus, fair Brook, when thou shalt see thy Queen, <br />"Lo, here thy shepherd spent his wand'ring years, <br />And in these shades, dear nymph, he oft hath been, <br />And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears." <br />Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone, <br />And thou, sweet Anker, art my Helicon.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-liii-clear-anker/
