Sinopsis

The Night her blackest Vestments had put on, And all the fair remains of day were gone: When my dear Lord, as he had oft before, With Speed and Love approach'd the bolted Door: Arise, my Love, he cries, and with a Voice, Divinely charming, pleads his entrance thus; My Spouse, my Sister, and my fairest Love, (Believing, sure, that Dialect would move); Arise, for loaden with the Midnight Dew, Disorder'd, all my streaming Tresses flew: