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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• Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge by Fledermaus
• Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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