TYME hath throwne downe the robe he bare Of winde and cold and chillye rayne, And nowe with sunbeams cleare agayne In lordlye raiment doth he fare. Each beast and birde doth nowe declare Harsh-voiced or smoothe the tidynges playne: Tyme hath throwne downe the robe he bare Of winde and cold and chillye rayne. Nowe fountaynes, streams and brookes repair Their sheeny floods that downward drayne With gold and silver in their trayne; All thynges new vesture nowe doe weare: Tyme hath throwne downe the robe he bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER THE PRETTY MILKMAID by MOTHER GOOSE BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 13. ON LYRIC POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |