Poems, by Andrew Marvell

A Dialogue between Thyrsis and Dorinda.

[1642-47]

Dorinda

When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids,

And shut up our divided Lids,

Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do,

Whither thou and I must go.

Thyrsis

To the Elizium:

Dorinda

Oh, where i’st?

Thyrsis

A Chast Soul, can never mis’t.

Dorinda

I know no way, but one, our home

Is our Elizium?

Thyrsis

Cast thine Eye to yonder Skie,

There the milky way doth lye;

’Tis a sure but rugged way,

That leads to Everlasting day.

Dorinda

There Birds may nest, but how can I,

That have no wings and cannot fly.

Thyrsis

Do not sigh (fair Nimph) for fire

Hath no wings, yet doth aspire

Till it hit, against the pole,

Heaven’s the Center of the Soul.

Dorinda

But in Elizium how do they

Pass Eternity away.

Thyrsis

Ho, ther’s neither hope nor fear

Ther’s no Wolf, no Fox, no Bear.

No need of Dog to fetch our stray,

Our Lightfoot we may give away;

And there most sweetly thine Ear

May feast with Musick of the Sphear.

Dorinda

How I my future state

By silent thinking, Antidate:

I preethe let us spend our time to come,

In talking of Elizium.

Thyrsis

Then I’le go on: There, sheep are full

Of softest grass, and softest wooll;

There, birds sing Consorts, garlands grow,

Cold winds do whisper,springs do flow.

There, alwayes is, a rising Sun,

And day is ever, but begun.

Shepheards there, bear equal sway,

And every Nimph’s a Queen of May.

Dorinda

Ah me, ah me.

Thyrsis

Dorinda, why do’st Cry?

Dorinda

I’m sick, I’m sick, and fain would dye:

Thyrsis

Convinc’t me now, that this is true,

By bidding, with mee, all adieu.

Dorinda

I cannot live, without thee, I

Will for thee, much more with thee dye.

Thyrsis

Then let us give Corellia charge o’th Sheep,

And thou and I’le pick poppies and them steep

In wine, and drink on’t even till we weep,

So shall we smoothly pass away in sleep.

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