Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Drummond, of Hawthornden. 15851649226. Spring Bereaved 1
THAT zephyr every year | |
So soon was heard to sigh in forests here, | |
It was for her: that wrapp’d in gowns of green | |
Meads were so early seen, | |
That in the saddest months oft sung the merles, | 5 |
It was for her; for her trees dropp’d forth pearls. | |
That proud and stately courts | |
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts, | |
It was for her; and she is gone, O woe! | |
Woods cut again do grow, | 10 |
Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done; | |
But we, once dead, no more do see the sun. |