GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:1.6.61-1.6.80 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:1.6.61-1.6.80

To spy what lover was upon the scout.These are wild guesses, thou'rt perhaps employ'dMore sweetly, and enjoy'st what I enjoy'd.And while I'm waiting with impatience here,Thy envied fortune's with the faithless fair.Oh, for thy pleasure, give me all thy pains,Let us change chances, and be mine thy chains.Unlock the gate, the morning will not stay,Unlock the gate, and kindness past repay.Hark: or I dream, or on the hinge I hearThe wicket turn, or bolts unloosen'd jar.I dream, indeed, the bolts as they were laid,Stand fix'd: the noise was by my fancy made.But all, alas! is hush'd, I hear no sound,All in the silence of the night is drown'd.Here, hopeless of admittance, I attend,While on my head the pearly dews descend.Unlock the gate, the morning will not stay,Unlock the gate, I will no longer pray,But force by sword and fire my readier way.