SPRINGE is ycomen in, Dappled larke singe; Snowe melteth, Runnell pelteth, Smelleth winde of newe buddinge. Summer is ycomen in, Loude singe cucku; Groweth seede, Bloweth meade, And springeth the weede newe. Autumne is ycomen in, Ceres filleth horne; Reaper swinketh, Farmer drinketh, Creaketh waine with newe corne. Winter is ycomen in With stormy sadde cheere; In the paddocke, Whistle ruddock, Brighte sparke in the dead yeare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE AUTO-DA-FE; A LEGEND OF SPAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |