Light to the secret chambers of the brain!

And thou up-floatest, warm, and newly-bathed,

And with thine own apparent beauties swathed,

Wringing the waters from thine arborous hair;

That all men's hearts, which do behold and see,

Grow weak with their exceeding much desire,

Enamoured with their utter wish of thee,

What vine-outquickening life all creatures sup,