Poem by William Drummond

Madrigal

TRITONS, which bounding dive
Through Neptune’s liquid plain,
When as ye shall arrive
With tilting tides where silver Ora plays,
And to your king his watery tribute pays,
  Tell how I dying live,
  And burn in midst of all the coldest main.

1. Now While the Night Her Sable Veil Hath Spread
2. How That Vast Heaven Intitled First Is Roll'd
3. Dear Eye, Which Deign'st on This Sad Monument
4. Ora
5. Like the Idalian Queen

Arthur Symons Madrigal ("May we not love as others do")

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