James Shirley (September 1596 – October 1666 / London, England)
Cease, Warring Thoughts
Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain
No more discord entertain,
But be smooth and calm again.
Ye crystal rivers that are nigh,
As your streams are passing by,
Teach your murmurs harmony.
Ye winds that wait upon the spring,
And perfumes to flowers do bring,
Let your amorous whispers here
Breathe soft music to his ear.
Ye warbling nightingales repair
From every wood to charm this air,
And with the wonders of your breast
Each striving to excel the rest.
When it is time to wake him, close your parts,
And drop down from the trees with broken hearts.
James Shirley's Other Poems
- A Hymn
- Cease, Warring Thoughts
- Death the Leveller
- Death's Final Conquest
- Death's Subtle Ways
- From Ajax Dirge
- On Her Dancing
- Peace Restored
- Sililoquy On Death
- Song of Nuns
- The Fair Felon
- The Garden
- The Glories of our Blood and State
- The Last Conqueror
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