The Spring

THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say

The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,

As ever they were wont to be ;

Nay the Birds rural musick too

Is as melodious and free,

As if they sung to pleasure you:

I saw a Rose-Bud ope this morn ; I’ll swear

The blushing Morning open’d not more fair.

How could it be so fair, and you away ?

How could the Trees be beauteous, Flowers so gay ?

Could they remember but last year,

How you did Them, They you delight,

The sprouting leaves which saw you here,

And call’d their Fellows to the sight,

Would, looking round for the same sight in vain,

Creep back into their silent Barks again.

Where e’er you walk’d trees were as reverend made,

As when of old Gods dwelt in every shade.

Is ‘t possible they should not know,

What loss of honor they sustain,

That thus they smile and flourish now,

And still their former pride retain ?

Dull Creatures! ’tis not without Cause that she,

Who fled the God of wit, was made a Tree.

In ancient times sure they much wiser were,

When they rejoyc’d the Thracian verse to hear ;

In vain did Nature bid them stay,

When Orpheus had his song begun,

They call’d their wondring roots away,

And bad them silent to him run.

How would those learned trees have followed you ?

You would have drawn Them, and their Poet too.

But who can blame them now ? for, since you’re gone,

They’re here the only Fair, and Shine alone.

You did their Natural Rights invade ;

Where ever you did walk or sit,

The thickest Boughs could make no shade,

Although the Sun had granted it :

The fairest Flowers could please no more, neer you,

Then Painted Flowers, set next to them, could do.

When e’er then you come hither, that shall be

The time, which this to others is, to Me.

The little joys which here are now,

The name of Punishments do bear ;

When by their sight they let us know

How we depriv’d of greater are.

‘Tis you the best of Seasons with you bring ;

This is for Beasts, and that for Men the Spring

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• Aubade by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• A Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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