The soote [sweet] season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings, The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she slings, The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey now she mings. Winter is worn, that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things, Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |