Sabrina Fair, John Milton's Comus

Join us on Patreon: Poetry Podcast Pateon Sabrina fairListen where thou art sitting [ 860 ]Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,In twisted braids of Lillies knittingThe loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,Listen for dear honours sake,Goddess of the silver lake, [ 865 ]Listen and save.Listen and appear to usIn name of great Oceanus,By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,And Tethys grave majestick pace, [ 870 ]By hoary Nereus wrincled look,And the Carpathian wisard's hook,By scaly Tritons winding shell,And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell,By Leucothea's lovely hands, [ 875 ]And her son that rules the strands,By Thetis tinsel-slipper'd feet,And the Songs of Sirens sweet,By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,And fair Ligea's golden comb, [ 880 ]Wherwith she sits on diamond rocksSleeking her soft alluring locks,By all the Nymphs that nightly danceUpon thy streams with wily glance,Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head [ 885 ]From thy coral-pav'n bed,And bridle in thy headlong wave,Till thou our summons answer'd have.Listen and save.