Treasure Island

George Chapman

(1559 – 12 May 1634 / Hitchin, Hertfordshire, England)

Bridal Song

O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
   Come, naked Virtue's only tire,
The reaped harvest of the light
   Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.
   Love calls to war:
   Sighs his alarms,
   Lips his swords are,
   The field his arms.

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