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...DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEACE ON EARTH by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON |