Benjamin Jonson

Here you will find the Poem A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph of poet Benjamin Jonson

A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph

See the chariot at hand here of Love,
 Wherein my lady rideth!
 Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
 And well the car Love guideth.
 As she goes, all hearts do duty
 Unto her beauty;
 And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
 But enjoy such a sight,
 That they still were to run by her side,
 Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.

 Do but look on her eyes, they do light
 All that Love's world compriseth!
 Do but look on her hair, it is bright
 As Love's star when it riseth!
 Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
 Than words that soothe her;
 And from her arched brows, such a grace
 Sheds itself through the face
 As alone there triumphs to the life
 All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife.

 Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
 Before rude hands have touch'd it?
 Ha' you mark'd but the fall o' the snow
 Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
 Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver?
 Or swan's down ever?
 Or have smelt o' the bud o' the briar?
 Or the nard in the fire?
 Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
 Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!