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The ChangeThe Change
LOVE in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ;
Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ;
Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ;
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
In all her outward parts Love `s always seen ;
But, oh, He never went within.
Within Love`s foes, his greatest foes abide,
Malice, Inconstancy, and Pride.
So the Earths face, Trees, Herbs, and Flowers do dress,
With other beauties numberless :
But at the Center, Darkness is, and Hell ;
There wicked Spirits, and there the Damned dwell.
With me alas, quite contrary it fares ;
Darkness and Death lies in my weeping eyes,
Despair and Paleness in my face appears,
And Grief, and Fear, Love`s greatest Enemies ;
But, like the Persian-Tyrant, Love within
Keeps his proud Court, and ne`er is seen.
Oh take my Heart, and by that means you`ll prove
Within too stor`d enough of Love :
Give me but Yours, I`ll by that change so thrive,
That Love in all my parts shall live.
So powerful is this change, it render can,
My outside Woman, and your inside Man.
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