To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening

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Title:     To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening
Author: Henry Vaughan [More Titles by Vaughan]

If, Amoret, that glorious eye,
In the first birth of light,
And death of Night,
Had with those elder fires you spy
Scatter'd so high,
Received form and sight;

We might suspect in the vast ring,
Amidst these golden glories,
And fiery stories;[1]
Whether the sun had been the king
And guide of day,
Or your brighter eye should sway.

But, Amoret, such is my fate,
That if thy face a star
Had shin'd from far,
I am persuaded in that state,
'Twixt thee and me,
Of some predestin'd sympathy.[2]

For sure such two conspiring minds,
Which no accident, or sight,
Did thus unite;
Whom no distance can confine,
Start, or decline,
One for another were design'd.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] MS.

MS. We may suspect in the vast ring,
Which rolls those fiery spheres
Thro' years and years.

[2] MS. There would be perfect sympathy.

[The end]
Henry Vaughan's poem: To Amoret, Walking In A Starry Evening

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