On his hearing her Majesty sing

I have beene in Heav'n, I thinke,

For I heard an Angell sing,

Notes my thirsty ears did drinke,

Never any earthly thing sung

So true, so sweet, so cleere,

I was then in Heav'n, not heere.

But the blessed feele no change,

So I may mistake the place,

But mine eyes would think it strange

Should that be no Angels face;

Powr's above, it seems, designe

Me still Mortall, her Divine.

Till I tread the Milky way,

And I lose my sences quite,

All I wish is that I may

Hear that voice, and see that sight,

Then in types and outward show,

I shall have a heav'n below.