William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Echos Dirge for NarcissusBen Jonson (15721637)
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Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs!
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers;
Fall grief in showers;
Our beauties are not ours:
O, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since Nature’s pride is now a withered daffodil.