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The Lily In A Crystal.

    By Robert Herrick



    You have beheld a smiling rose
    When virgins' hands have drawn
    O'er it a cobweb-lawn;
    And here you see this lily shows,
    Tomb'd in a crystal stone,
    More fair in this transparent case
    Than when it grew alone
    And had but single grace.

    You see how cream but naked is
    Nor dances in the eye
    Without a strawberry,
    Or some fine tincture like to this,
    Which draws the sight thereto
    More by that wantoning with it
    Than when the paler hue
    No mixture did admit.

    You see how amber through the streams
    More gently strokes the sight
    With some conceal'd delight
    Than when he darts his radiant beams
    Into the boundless air;
    Where either too much light his worth
    Doth all at once impair,
    Or set it little forth.

    Put purple grapes or cherries in-
    To glass, and they will send
    More beauty to commend
    Them from that clean and subtle skin
    Than if they naked stood,
    And had no other pride at all
    But their own flesh and blood
    And tinctures natural.

    Thus lily, rose, grape, cherry, cream,
    And strawberry do stir
    More love when they transfer
    A weak, a soft, a broken beam,
    Than if they should discover
    At full their proper excellence;
    Without some scene cast over
    To juggle with the sense.

    Thus let this crystal'd lily be
    A rule how far to teach
    Your nakedness must reach;
    And that no further than we see
    Those glaring colours laid
    By art's wise hand, but to this end
    They should obey a shade,
    Lest they too far extend.

    So though you're white as swan or snow,
    And have the power to move
    A world of men to love,
    Yet when your lawns and silks shall flow,
    And that white cloud divide
    Into a doubtful twilight, then,
    Then will your hidden pride
    Raise greater fires in men.



Extra Info:
Tincture, colour, dye.
Scene, a covering.
The Lily in a Crystal. The poem may be taken as an expansion of Martial, VIII. lxviii. 5-8:--

Condita perspicuâ vivit vindemia gemmâ
Et tegitur felix, nec tamen uva latet:
Femineum lucet sic per bombycina corpus,
Calculus in nitidâ sic numeratur aquâ.


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