Turne the agayne o phebus fayre Earths sole delight and heauens care O turne thee to ye soutth o turne Lest wee doe freeze whilest others burne Sest thou not how our cloudes doe weepe And send there sorrowes to the deepe Sest thou how fieldes and meads doe mourne/ Hast then fayre phebus to returne Least ye sadd winters wrinkled face Thrust into merry harvests place Lest thou doe make our Earth for lorne, Oh hast thee phebus to returne Soe maye our duller swaynes arise And giue thee songes and sacrifise soe neuer may noe shadye night darken thy beames and hide thy sight So may the worlde thy worth adorne And blese thy face more then before turne thee a gayne o Phebus fayre Earths sole delight and heauens Care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PICTURE OF A FINE GENTLEMAN by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL INDIVIDUALITY by ADA CAMBRIDGE THE CRUCIFIX by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO SONGS IN ABSENCE: 10 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - MARCH 1806 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |