O HOW the Worlds Amazement now doth stare Upon this contradiction of the Year; Whilst frowning Januaries frost Doth smileing Maja's beauties blast; Whilst Winter his chaste bounds forgets And on the virgin Spring a rape committs. 2 Poor ravishd Spring! how every Leaf confesses The violence done to her goodly tresses! Her woefull head how sadly She Hangs down in every floure! No tree, No feild, no gardin, where she went But doth her piteous injury lament. 3 Mark well, my Heart, too plainly painted heer An embleme of thy self in this sad Year: The raies of Righteousnesses Sun By gracious neerness had begun. With vernal beauties thee to grace, And heavns sweet dew had washd & cheerd thy face. 4 But blasted now by Indevotions cold Thy yeauthfull Spring turns withered & old; The bedds where thy fair floures did grow, Alas are but their death-bedds now: Nipp'd in their budd thy firstfruits are; And thou canst onely say, Such Sweets grew heer 5 And has some sudden anger snatchd away My courteous Sun? O no, thyself didst stray From thine own Bliss: He, constant He Desires not retrograde to be. It is not this, but th' other Sunn Who of himself doth back to Winter run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PLAYFORD; A DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR by EDNA M. BECKER MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WEAVER by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH A JEWELLED SELL by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |