Here you will find the Poem Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s] of poet Richard Lovelace
I. See! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe; But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star, She weepes that she did weepe. II. Griefe ne're before did tyranize On th' honour of that brow, And at the wheeles of her brave eyes Was captive led til now. III. Thus, for a saints apostacy The unimagin'd woes And sorrowes of the Hierarchy None but an angel knowes. IV. Thus, for lost soules recovery The clapping of all wings And triumphs of this victory None but an angel sings. V. So none but she knows to bemone This equal virgins fate, None but LUCASTA can her crowne Of glory celebrate. VI. Then dart on me (CHAST LIGHT) one ray, By which I may discry Thy joy cleare through this cloudy day To dresse my sorrow by.