LENT is come with Love to town, With blossom, and with birdling's rune, That all gladness bringeth -- Daisies blow on down and dale, Sweetly trills the nightingale, Each her glad song singeth. The Throstle-cock doth loudly cry, Past is winter's misery When the woodruff springeth; Yea, so glad the birdlings be When they Winter's waning see, That the woodland ringeth! Now the rose is clad in red; On the light twigs overhead Leaves unfold at will; And the moon doth shew her light, Fair the lily blossoms white, The fennel by the rill. Wooing, preens himself the drake; Man and maid, they merry make Where the stream runs still. But the sad, he moaneth aye, I be one of those to-day, Love doth like me ill! Now the moon sends forth her light, As the seemly sunbeams bright When the birds sing gay; Dank, the dew on down it lies; Lovers in their secret wise Speak their Yea, or Nay. 'Neath the clod the worm doth woo, And the maidens proudly go, Fair to see are they! If I lack the love of one Of this joy will I have none But will, outlawed, stray! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 93 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |