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 20: A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion’s paws by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 15: When I consider every thing that grows by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 154: The little Love-god lying once asleep by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 153: Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 49: Against that time, if ever that time come by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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