Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE'S NIGHTINGALE, by RICHARD CRASHAW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Though now 'tis neither may nor june Last Line: Shall sitt and sing. Variant Title(s): With Some Poems Sent To A Gentlewoman (2) Subject(s): Birds; Books; Nightingales; Reading | ||||||||
Though now 'tis neither May nor June And Nightingales are out of tune, Yett in these leaves (Faire one) there lyes (Sworne servant to your sweetest Eyes) A Nightingale, who may shee spread In your white bosome her chast bed, Spite of all the Maiden snow Those pure untroden pathes can show, You streight shall see her wake and rise Taking fresh Life from your fayre Eyes; And with clasp't winges proclayme a spring Where Love and shee shall sit and sing, For lodg'd so ne're your sweetest throte What Nightingale can loose her noate? Nor lett her kinred birds complayne Because shee breakes the yeares old raigne, For lett them know shee's none of those Hedge-Quiristers whose Musicke owes Onely such straynes as serve to keepe Sad shades and sing dull Night asleepe. No shee's a Priestesse of that Grove The holy chappell of chast Love Your Virgin bosome. Then what e're Poore Lawes divide the publicke yeare, Whose revolutions wait upon The wild turnes of the wanton sun; Bee you the Lady of Loves Yeere: Where your Eyes shine his suns appeare: There all the yeare is Loves long spring. There all the yeare Loves Nightingales shall sitt and sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW |
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