And now all Nature seemed in love; The lusty sap began to move; New juice did stir th' embracing Vines; And Birds had drawn their Valentines: The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled flie: There stood my Friend, with patient skill Attending of his trembling quill. Already were the Eaves possest With the swift Pilgrims daubed nest. The Groves already did rejoyce In Philomels triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Jone takes her neat-rubed Pale, and now She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow; Where for some sturdy foot-ball Swain, Jone strokes a sillabub or twain. The Fields and Gardens were beset With Tulip, Crocus, Violet: And now, though late, the modest Rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looked gay, all full of chear, To welcome the New-livery'd year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS COLUMBUS DYING [MAY 20, 1506] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOVE'S CALENDAR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |