Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth And makes it tender, gives a sacred birth To the dead swallow, wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo and the humble bee. Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthful spring. The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May. Now all things smile: only my love doth lour, Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power To melt that marble ice which still doth hold Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold. The ox, which lately did for shelter fly Into the stall, doth now securely lie In open fields; and love no more is made By the fireside, but in the cooler shade: Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep Under a sycamore, and all things keep Time with the season. Only she doth carry June in her eyes, in her heart January. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO FANNY by JOHN KEATS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW NEW THINGS ARE BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THAT GRAY, COLD CHRISTMAS DAY (DECEMBER 25, 1620) by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH AN ADMONITION AGAINST SWEARING, ADDRESSED TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY by JOHN BYROM SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |