Vpon The Noble Lady Astons Departure For Spaine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I many a time haue greatly marueil'd whyA
Men say their friends depart when as they dieA
How well that word a dying doth expresseB
I did not know I freely must confesseB
Till her departure for whose missed sightC
I am enforc'd this Elegy to writeC
But since resistlesse fate will haue it soB
That she from hence must to Iberia goeB
And my weak wishes can her not detaineD
I will of heauen in policy complaineD
That it so long her trauell should adiourneD
Hoping thereby to hasten her returneD
Can those of Norway for their wage procureE
By their blacke spells a winde that shall endureE
Till from aboard the wished land men seeB
And fetch the harbour where they long to beB
Can they by charmes doe this and cannot IA
Who am the Priest of Phoebus and so hieF
Sit in his fauour winne the Poets godG
To send swift Hermes with his snaky rodG
To olus Caue commanding him with careH
His prosperous winds that he for her prepareH
And from that howre wherein shee takes the seasB
Nature bring on the quiet Halcion dayesB
And in that hower that bird begin her nestI
Nay at that very instant that long restI
May seize on Neptune who may still reposeB
And let that bird nere till that hower discloseB
Wherein she landeth and for all that spaceB
Be not a wrinkle seene on Thetis faceB
Onely so much breath with a gentle galeJ
As by the easy swelling of her saileJ
May at Sebastians safely set her downeD
Where with her goodnes she may blesse the towneD
If heauen in iustice would haue plagu'd by theeB
Some Pirate and grimme Neptune thou should'st beB
His Executioner or what is his worseB
The gripple Merchant borne to be the curseB
Of this braue Iland let them for her sakeK
Who to thy safeguard doth her selfe betakeK
Escape vndrown'd vnwrackt nay rather letL
Them be at ease in some safe harbour setL
Where with much profit they may vent their wealthM
That they haue got by villany and stealthM
Rather great Neptune then when thou dost raueH
Thou once shouldst wet her saile but with a waueA
Or if some proling Rouer shall but dareH
To seize the ship wherein she is to fareH
Let the fell fishes of the Maine appeareH
And tell those Sea thiefes that once such they wereH
As they are now till they assaid to rapeN
Grape crowned Bacchus in a striplings shapeN
That came aboard them and would faine haue saildL
To vine spread Naxus but that him they faildL
Which he perceiuing them so monstrous madeL
And warnd them how they passengers inuadeL
Ye South and Westerne winds now cease to blowJ
Autumne is come there be no flowers to growJ
Yea from that place respire to which she goesB
And to her sailes should show your selfe but foesB
But Boreas and yee Esterne windes ariseB
To send her soon to Spaine but be preciseB
That in your aide you seeme not still so sterneD
As we a summer should no more discerneD
For till that here againe I may her seeB
It will be winter all the yeare with meeB
Ye swanne begotten lonely brother starsB
So oft auspicious to poore MarinersB
Ye twin bred lights of louely Leda's broodL
Ioues egge borne issue smile vpon the floodL
And in your mild'st aspect doe ye appeareJ
To be her warrant from all future feareJ
And if thou ship that bear'st her doe proue goodL
May neuer time by wormes consume thy woodL
Nor rust thy iron may thy tacklings lastL
Till they for reliques be in temples plac'tL
Maist thou be ranged with that mighty ArkeK
Wherein iust Noah did all the world imbarqueK
With that which after Troyes so famous wrackeK
From ten yeares trauell brought Vlisses backeK
That Argo which to Colchos went from GreeceB
And in her botome brought the goulden fleeceB
Vnder braue Iason or that same of DrakeK
Wherein he did his famous voyage makeK
About the world or Candishes that wentL
As far as his about the ContinentL
And yee milde winds that now I doe imploreJ
Not once to raise the least sand on the shoreJ
Nor once on forfait of your selues respireJ
When once the time is come of her retireJ
If then it please you but to doe your dueL
What for these windes I did Ile doe for youL
Ile wooe you then and if that not sufficeB
My pen shall prooue you to haue dietyesB
Ile sing your loues in verses that shall flowJ
And tell the storyes of your weale and woeJ
Ile prooue what profit to the earth you bringK
And how t'is you that welcome in the springK
Ile raise vp altars to you as to showJ
The time shall be kept holy when you blowJ
O blessed winds your will that it may beB
To send health to her and her home to meB

Michael Drayton



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