And with fine fingers cropt full feateously
The tender stalks on high.

Of every sort which in that meadow grew
They gather'd some; the violet, pallid blue,
The little daisy that at evening closes,
The virgin lily and the primrose true:
With store of vermeil roses,

To deck their bridegrooms' posies

Against the bridal-day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

With that I saw two swans of goodly hue
Come softly swimming down along the lee;
Two fairer birds I yet did never see;

The snow which doth the top of Pindus strow
Did never whiter show,

Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be
For love of Leda, whiter did appear;

Yet Leda was (they say) as white as he,
Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near;

So purely white they were

That even the gentle stream, the which them barc,
Seem'd foul to them, and bade his billows spare
To wet their silken feathers, lest they might
Soil their fair plumes with water not so fair,
And mar their beauties bright

That shone as Heaven's light

Against their bridal-day, which was not long;

Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

Eftsoons the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill,

Ran all in haste to see that silver brood

As they came floating on the crystal flood;

Whom when they saw, they stood amazed still
Their wondering eyes to fill;

Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair
Of fowls, so lovely, that they sure dia deem
Them heavenly born, or to be that same pair
Which through the sky draw Venus' silver team;
For sure they did not seem

To be begot of any earthly seed,

But rather angels, or of angels' breed;

Yet were they bred of summer's heat, they say,
In sweetest season, when each flower and weed
The earth did fresh array;

So fresh they seem'd as day,

Even as their bridal-day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

Then forth they all out of their baskets drew
Great store of flowers, the honour of the field,
That to the sense did fragrant odours yield,
All which upon those goodly birds they threw
And all the waves did strew,

That like old Peneus' waters they did seem

When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Scatter'd with flowers, through Thessaly they stream That they appear, through lilies' plenteous store,

Like a bride's chamber-floor.

Two of those nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound
Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found,
The which presenting all in trim array,

Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd;
Whilst one did sing this lay

Prepared against that day,

Against their bridal-day, which was not long: Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

"Ye gentle birds! the world's fair ornament,
And Heaven's glory, whom this happy hour
Doth lead unto your lovers' blissful bower,
Joy may you have, and gentle hearts content
Of your love's complement;

And let fair Venus, that is queen of love,
With her heart-quelling son upon you smile,
Whose smile, they say, hath virtue to remove
All love's dislike, and friendship's faulty guile
Forever to assoil.

Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord,
And blessed plenty wait upon your board;
And let your bed with pleasures chaste abound,
That fruitful issue may to you afford

Which may your foes confound,

And make your joys redound

Upon your bridal-day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song."

So ended she; and all the rest around To her redoubled that her undersong,

Which said their bridal-day should not be long:
And gentle Echo from the neighbour ground
Their accents did resound.

So forth those joyous birds did pass along
Adown the lee that to them murmur'd low,
As he would speak but that he lack❜d a tongue,
Yet did by signs his glad affection show,
Making his stream run slow.

And all the fowl which in his flood did dwell
'Gan flock about these twain, that did excel
The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend
The lesser stars. So they, enranged well,
Did on those two attend,

And their best service lend

Against their wedding-day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

At length they all to merry London came,
Το merry London, my most kindly nurse,
That to me gave this life's first native source,
Though from another place I take my name,
An house of ancient fame:

There when they came whereas those bricky towers
The which on Thames broad aged back do ride,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,
There whilome wont the Templar-knights to bide,
Till they decay'd through pride;

Next whereunto there stands a stately place,
Where oft I gainèd gifts and goodly grace

Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,
Whose want too well now feels my friendless case;
But ah! here fits not well

Old woes, but joys to tell

Against the bridal-day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer,

Great England's glory and the world's wide wonder, Whose dreadful name late thro' all Spain did thunder. And Hercules' two pillars standing near

Did make to quake and fear:

Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry!
That fillest England with thy triumphs' fame,
Joy have thou of thy noble victory,

And endless happiness of thine own name
That promiseth the same;

That through thy prowess and victorious arms
Thy country may be freed from foreign harms,
And great Eliza's glorious name may ring
Through all the world, fill'd with thy wide alarms
Which some brave Muse may sing

To ages following,

Upon the bridal-day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.

From those high towers this noble lord issuing Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hair In th' ocean billows he hath bathèd fair, Descended to the river's open viewing With a great train ensuing.

Above the rest were goodly to be seen

Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature,
Beseeming well the bower of any queen,

With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature

Fit for so goodly stature,

That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight
Which deck the baldric of the Heavens bright;

They too, forth pacing to the river's side,
Received those two fair brides, their love's delight;
Which, at th' appointed tide,

Each one did make his bride

Against their bridal-day, which is not long:

Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.