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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

George Chapman. 1560–1634

107. Bridal Song

O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night! 
  Come, naked Virtue’s only tire, 
The reapèd harvest of the light 
  Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire. 
    Love calls to war:         5
      Sighs his alarms, 
    Lips his swords are, 
      The field his arms. 
 
Come, Night, and lay thy velvet hand 
  On glorious Day’s outfacing face;  10
And all thy crownèd flames command 
  For torches to our nuptial grace. 
    Love calls to war: 
      Sighs his alarms, 
    Lips his swords are,  15
      The field his arms.