All the World Is Thus Compared

My love, to you, I think tis fair That all the world is thus compared In evenings eye the stringy ray In mornings stir the colloquial way Which nature flaunts her sallow cheeks Or bats a blushing eye indeed. For in the call of natures wake Which sun and moon do both partake No crimes of passion are proclaimed No hearts abashed are yet ashamed For sun is star but simply-bold Drawing nigh the world of olde And moon is rash with subtle charm Embraced by midnights wanton arms Thus sun and moon-what ornaments! Revolving round thy comeliness For men of science thus have deemed Some force or weight draws them-see? But in a quiet hour I’ve supposed Thine earthly presence lures them so. Hence-my love I think tis fair All the world is thus compared A field of rose upon thy cheeks The sound of autumn when you sleep The slight and fragrant whispering Of all that nature can achieve God hath surely granted thee.