The Eye

Make me a heaven, and make me thereMany a less and greater sphere:Make me the straight and oblique lines,The motions, lations and the signs.Make me a chariot and a sun,And let them through a zodiac run;Next place me zones and tropics there,With all the seasons of the year.Make me a sunset and a night,And then present the morning's lightCloth'd in her chamlets of delight.

To these make clouds to pour down rain,With weather foul, then fair again.And when, wise artist, that thou hastWith all that can be this heaven grac't,Ah! what is then this curious skyBut only my Corinna's eye?