Dry your sweet cheek, long drown'd with sorrows raine; Since Clouds disperst, Suns guild the Aire again. Seas chafe and fret, and beat, and over-boile; But turne soone after calme, as Balme, or Oile. Winds have their time to rage; but when they cease, The leavie-trees nod in a still-born peace. Your storme is over; Lady, now appeare Like to the peeping spring-time of the yeare. Off then with grave clothes; put fresh colours on; And flow, and flame, in your Vermillion. Upon your cheek sate Ysicles awhile; Now let the Rose raigne like a Queene, and smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE WASHER WOMAN'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE CHAMBER by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |