Cousin, day-birds are silenc't, and those fowl Yet onely sing, which hate warm @3Phoebus@1 light; Th' unlucky Parrat, and death-boding Owl, Which ush'ring in to heav'n their mistresse Night, Hollow their mates, triumphing o're the quick-spent light. The wronged @3Philomel@1 hath left to plain @3Tereus@1 constraint and cruel ravishment: Seems the poore bird hath lost her tongue again. @3Progne@1 long since is gone to banishment; And the loud-tuned Thrush leaves all her merriment. All so my frozen Muse, hid in my breast, To come into the open aire refuses; And dragg'd at length from hence, doth oft protest, This is no time for @3Phoebus@1-loving Muses; When the farre-distant sunne our frozen coast disuses. Then till the sunne, which yet in fishes hasks, Or watry urn, impounds his fainting head, 'Twixt Taurus horns his warmer beam unmasks, And sooner rises, later goes to bed; Calling back all the flowers, now to their mother fled: Till @3Philomel@1 resumes her tongue again, And @3Progne@1 fierce returns from long exiling; Till the shrill Blackbird chants his merry vein; And the day-birds the long-liv'd sunne beguiling, Renew their mirth, and the yeares pleasant smiling: Here must I stay, in sullen study pent, Among our @3Cambridge@1 fennes my time misspending; But then revisit our long-long'd-for @3Kent@1. Till then live happy, the time ever mending: Happy the first o' th' yeare, thrice happy be the ending. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY FEARS IN SOLITUDE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY |