Weeping
While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright, Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes; The Sun, next those the fairest light, Thus from the Ocean first did rise: And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun, Which else we durst not gaze upon. These silver drops, like morning dew, Foretell the fervour of the day: So from one Cloud soft show'rs we view, And blasting lightnings burst away. The Stars that fall from Celia's eye Declare our Doom in drawing nigh. The Baby in that sunny Sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, Thought fit to drown him in her tears; Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, To set, like him, Heav'n too on fire.
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