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THE RETURN OF SPRING, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: All nature doth the sun adorn
Last Line: Good people, do not blame me for't.
Subject(s): Spring


ALL nature doth the sun adorn,
And evening beautifies and morn;
The skies are clear, the air is pure,
No longer dismal and obscure;
The wind, with soft caresses rife,
Earth lately dead restored to life;
With flowers and grass the fields are glad,
The wood in verdant foliage clad;
The skylark pours its loving lay
To celebrate the dawn of day;
How would its song each heart rejoice
Were it more niggard of its voice?
But now 'tis such a prodigal,
We scarcely prize its gift at all;
Yet thence we must this lesson mind,
That he whose love is fair and kind
Must give her all his heart and soul,
And let her every thought control.
The nightingale, whene'er he sings,
All ardour, all devotion brings;
The nightingale nor night nor day,
In season does his singing stay.

He bids us love with might and main,
Both night and day, and ne'er refrain.
If night and day this course he ply,
He here does nothing more than I.
His singing too a caution brings,
In season without pause he sings;
In time unfit alone is still:
So should we choose with tender skill,
For love the place and season fit,
And care and toil should ne'er remit;
And ne'er repose, and never stay,
Nor be discouraged night or day;
But, when the fit occasion lack,
Hush! pause! and warily draw back.

The goldfinch warbles soft and low,
And scarce his voice some listeners know:
Like sweetest flute his music floats,
Mixed with no harsh unpleasant notes.
He sings of love left far behind,
And doth of gentle grief remind:
Of going, coming secretly,
Of earnest thought and long-drawn sigh.
His song at once I hate and love,
In it I pain and pleasure prove:
Joy bringing love to memory--
Grief--since my love no more is nigh.

Now verdure covers field and plain,
And all the world is young again;
Spring, with fresh loveliness imbued,
Sees happiness and youth renewed--
And young for happiness I crave,
Since I youth, health, and freedom have;
And joy and youth my spirit press
Dull sloth to shun, and idleness.
And for employment, this is why
I mean to write a history;
True, good and wondrous to relate,
Although the labour will be great.

Leisure I have, a good abode,
To God, and to the nobles owed;
If without harm I freely sport,
Good people, do not blame me for't.





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