SPRING BEREAVED I
by: William Drummond (1585-1649)
- HAT zephyr every year
- So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
- It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green
- Meads were so early seen,
- That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
- It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls.
- That proud and stately courts
- Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,
- It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!
- Woods cut again do grow,
- Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;
- But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.
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