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  • Title: Venus and Adonis (Modern)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    Venus and Adonis (Modern)

    The night of sorrow now is turned to day.
    Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth,
    Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array
    He cheers the morn and all the earth relieveth;
    485 And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
    So is her face illumined with her eye,
    Whose beams upon his hairless face are fixed,
    As if from thence they borrowed all their shine.
    Were never four such lamps together mixed,
    490Had not his clouded with his brows repine;
    But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light,
    Shone like the moon in water seen by night.
    "O, where am I?" quoth she, "in earth or heaven,
    Or in the ocean drenched, or in the fire?
    495What hour is this, or morn, or weary even?
    Do I delight to die, or life desire?
    But now I lived, and life was death's annoy;
    But now I died, and death was lively joy.
    "O thou didst kill me; kill me once again.
    500Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine,
    Hath taught them scornful tricks and such disdain
    That they have murdered this poor heart of mine;
    And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen,
    But for thy piteous lips no more had seen.
    505"Long may they kiss each other for this cure.
    O, never let their crimson liveries wear,
    And as they last, their verdure still endure
    To drive infection from the dangerous year,
    That the star-gazers, having writ on death,
    510 May say the plague is banished by thy breath.