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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IDLE VERSE, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Go, go, quaint follies, sugared sin
Last Line: Winter is all my year.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
First Line: Go, go, quaint follies, sugared sin
Last Line: Winter is all my year.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
Go, go, quaint follies, sugared sin,
Shadow no more my door;
I will no longer cobwebs spin,
I'm too much on the score.
For since amidst my youth and night,
My great preserver smiles,
We'll make a match, my only light,
And join against their wiles;
Blind, desp'rate fits, that study how
To dress and trim our shame,
That gild rank poison, and allow
Vice in a fairer name;
The purls of youthful blood and bowls,
Lust in the robes of love,
The idle talk of fev'rish souls
Sick with a scarf, or glove;
Let it suffice my warmer days
Simpered and shined on you,
Twist not my cypress with your bays,
Or roses with my yew;
Go, go, seek out some greener thing,
It snows, and freezeth here;
Let nightingales attend the spring,
Winter is all my year.