Thomas Carew - To My Mistress Sitting by a River's Side: An Eddy lyrics

Mark how yond eddy steals away From the rude stream into the bay; There, lock'd up safe, she doth divorce Her waters from the channel's course, And scorns the torrent that did bring Her headlong from her native spring. Now doth she with her new love play, Whilst he runs murmuring away. Mark how she courts the banks, whilst they As amorously their arms display, T' embrace, and clip her silver waves : See how she strokes their sides, and craves An entrance there, which they deny ; Whereat she frowns, threat'ning to fly Home to her stream, and 'gins to swim Backward, but from the channel's brim Smiling returns into the creek, With thousand dimples on her cheek. Be thou this eddy, and I'll make My breast thy shore, where thou shalt take Secure repose, and never dream Of the quite forsaken stream: Let him to the wide ocean haste, There lose his colour, name, and taste; Thou shalt save all, and, safe from him, Within these arms forever swim.