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Near to the silver Trent	A
SIRENA dwelleth	B
She to whom Nature lent	A
All that excelleth	B
By which the Muses late	C
And the neat Graces	D
Have for their greater state	C
Taken their places	E
Twisting an anadem	F
Wherewith to crown her	G
As it belong'd to them	F
Most to renown her	G
On thy bank	H
In a rank	H
Let thy swans sing her	G
And with their music	I
Along let them bring her	G
	-
Tagus and Pactolus	E
Are to thee debtor	G
Nor for their gold to us	E
Are they the better	G
Henceforth of all the rest	J
Be thou the River	G
Which as the daintiest	J
Puts them down ever	G
For as my precious one	K
O'er thee doth travel	L
She to pearl paragon	M
Turneth thy gravel	L
On thy bank	H
	-
Our mournful Philomel	L
That rarest tuner	G
Henceforth in Aperil	L
Shall wake the sooner	G
And to her shall complain	N
From the thick cover	G
Redoubling every strain	N
Over and over	G
For when my Love too long	O
Her chamber keepeth	B
As though it suffer'd wrong	O
The Morning weepeth	B
On thy bank	H
	-
Oft have I seen the Sun	K
To do her honour	G
Fix himself at his noon	P
To look upon her	G
And hath gilt every grove	Q
Every hill near her	G
With his flames from above	R
Striving to cheer her	G
And when she from his sight	J
Hath herself turn egrave d	J
He as it had been night	J
In clouds hath mourn egrave d	J
On thy bank	H
	-
The verdant meads are seen	S
When she doth view them	F
In fresh and gallant green	S
Straight to renew them	F
And every little grass	E
Broad itself spreadeth	B
Proud that this bonny lass	E
Upon it treadeth	B
Nor flower is so sweet	J
In this large cincture	G
But it upon her feet	J
Leaveth some tincture	G
On thy bank	H
	-
The fishes in the flood	J
When she doth angle	L
For the hook strive a good	J
Them to entangle	L
And leaping on the land	J
From the clear water	G
Their scales upon the sand	J
Lavishly scatter	G
Therewith to pave the mould	J
Whereon she passes	E
So herself to behold	J
As in her glasses	E
On thy bank	H
	-
When she looks out by night	J
The stars stand gazing	T
Like comets to our sight	J
Fearfully blazing	T
As wond'ring at her eyes	E
With their much brightness	E
Which so amaze the skies	E
Dimming their lightness	E
The raging tempests are calm	F
When she speaketh	B
Such most delightsome balm	F
From her lips breaketh	B
On thy bank	H
	-
In all our Brittany	J
There 's not a fairer	G
Nor can you fit any	J
Should you compare her	G
Angels her eyelids keep	U
All hearts surprising	T
Which look whilst she doth sleep	U
Like the sun's rising	T
She alone of her kind	J
Knoweth true measure	G
And her unmatch egrave d mind	J
Is heaven's treasure	G
On thy bank	H
	-
Fair Dove and Darwen clear	G
Boast ye your beauties	E
To Trent your mistress here	G
Yet pay your duties	E
My Love was higher born	V
Tow'rds the full fountains	E
Yet she doth moorland scorn	V
And the Peak mountains	E
Nor would she none should dream	F
Where she abideth	B
Humble as is the stream	F
Which by her slideth	B
On thy bank	H
	-
Yet my pour rustic Muse	E
Nothing can move her	G
Nor the means I can use	E
Though her true lover	G
Many a long winter's night	J
Have I waked for her	G
Yet this my piteous plight	J
Nothing can stir her	G
All thy sands silver Trent	J
Down to the Humber	G
The sighs that I have spent	J
Never can number	G
On thy bank	H
In a rank	H
Let thy swans sing her	G
And with their music	I
Along let them bring her	G

Michael Drayton

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