Anonymous

ZEPHYRUS brings the time that sweetly scenteth

With flowers and herbs which winter’s frost exileth;

Procne now chirpeth, Philomel lamenteth,

Flora the garlands white and red compileth;

Fields do rejoice, the frowning sky relenteth,

Jove to behold his dearest daughter smileth;

The air, the water, the earth to joy consenteth,

Each creature now to love him reconcileth.

But with me, wretch, the storms of woe persever,

And heavy sighs which from my heart she straineth,

That took the key thereof to heaven for ever;

So that the singing of birds and springtime’s flow’ring,

And ladies’ love that men’s affection gaineth,

Are like a desert and cruel beasts devouring.