Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Drummond, of Hawthornden. 1585–1649228. Spring Bereaved 3
| ALEXIS, here she stay’d; among these pines, | |
| Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; | |
| Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, | |
| More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. | |
| She set her by these muskèd eglantines, | 5 |
| —The happy place the print seems yet to bear: | |
| Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar’d lines, | |
| To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear. | |
| Me here she first perceived, and here a morn | |
| Of bright carnations did o’erspread her face; | 10 |
| Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born, | |
| And I first got a pledge of promised grace: | |
| But ah! what served it to be happy so? | |
| Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe? |