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 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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