William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XXXIX lyrics

Slide soft, fair Forth, and make a crystal plain, Cut your white locks, and on your foamy face Let not a wrinkle be, when you embrace The boat that earth's perfections doth contain. Winds, wonder, and through wond'ring hold your peace; Or if that ye your hearts cannot restrain From sending sighs, mov'd by a lover's case, Sigh, and in her fair hair yourselves enchain; Or take these sighs which absence makes arise From mine oppressed breast, and wave the sails, Or some sweet breath new brought from Paradise Floods seem to smile, love o'er the winds prevails, And yet huge waves arise; the cause is this, The ocean strives with Forth the boat to kiss.