_Could I but know amidst what Flowers, Or in what shade she staies, The gaudy Bowers With all their verdant pride, Their blossomes and their spraies, Which make my Mistress disappear; And her in Envious darkness hide, I from the roots and bed of Earth would tear._ _Upon the raft of clouds I’de ride Which unto_ Orra _fly, O’th Ravens I would borrow wings, And all the feathered In-mates of the sky: But wings alas are me denied, The Stork and Swan their pinions will not lend, There’s none who unto_ Orra _brings, Or will by that kind conduct me befriend_. _Enough enough thou hast delaied So many Summers daies, The best of daies that crown the year, Which light upon the eielids dart, And melting joy upon the heart: But since that thou so long hast staied, They in unwelcome darkness disappear. Yet vainly dost thou me forsake, I will pursue and overtake._ _What stronger is then bolts of steel? What can more surely bind? Love is stronger far then it; Upon the Head in triumph she doth sit: Fetters the mind, And doth controul, The thought and soul._ _A youths desire is the desire of wind, All his Essaies Are long delaies, No issue can they find. Away fond Counsellors, away, No more advice obtrude: I’le rather prove, The guidance of blind Love; To follow you is certainly to stray: One single Counsel tho unwise is good._