Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
William Browne (c. 1590c. 1645)Song: Welcome, welcome do I sing (from Minor Poems)
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Far more welcome than the spring:
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
Breaking from your ivory pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
The delightful nightingale.
Far more welcome than the spring
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
Tho’ the winter have begun
To benumb our arteries,
Shall not want the summer’s sun.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
Where all rareness still reposes,
Is a fool if e’er he seeks
Other lilies, other roses.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
And perceives your breath in kissing,
All the odours of the fields
Never, never shall be missing.
Welcome, welcome, &c.
What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you,
And a brief of that behold.
Welcome, welcome, &c.