<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539423" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song On A Sigh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde,<br>In all thy cavernes canst thou finde<br>A vapor, fume, a gale or blast<br>Like to a sigh which love doth cast?<br>Can any whirlwynde in thy vault<br>Plough upp earth's breast with like assault?<br> Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If thou be wynde, O then refrayne<br>From wracking whiles I thus complayne:<br>If thou be wynde then light thou art,<br>Yet O! how heavy is my hart!<br>If thou be wynde then purge thy way,<br>Lett cares that clogge thy force obey.<br> Goe wynde and blow thou where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Those blasts of sighing raised are<br>By influence of my bright starre;<br>Their Æolus from whom they came<br>Is love that straynes to blow his flame,<br>The powerfull sway of whose behest<br>Makes hearth and bellowes of my breast.<br> Goe wynde and blowe then where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Know 'tis a wynde that longs to blowe<br>Upon my Saint wherere shee goe,<br>And stealing through her fanne it beares<br>Soft errands to her lippes and eares,<br>And then perhapps a passage makes<br>Downe to her heart when breath shee takes.<br> Goe wynde and blowe then where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yes, gentle gale, trye that againe,<br>O doe not passe from mee in vayne,<br>Goe mingle with her soule divine<br>Ingendring spiritts like to mine:<br>Yea take my soule along with thee<br>To worke a stronger sympathie:<br> Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My soule, before my grosser part,<br>Thus to her heaven should departe,<br>And where the body cannott lye<br>On wings of wynde my soule shall flye:<br>If not one soule our bodies joyne,<br>One body shall our soules confine,<br> Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please,<br> Yea breathles leave mee to my ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539423" data-title="A Song On A Sigh de William Strode" data-description="O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale or blast Like to a sigh which love doth cast? Can any whirlwynde in thy vault Plough upp earth's breast with like assault? Goe wynde and blowe thou wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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