Bryght as the stern of day begouth to schyne Quhen gone to bed war Vesper and Lucyne, I raise, and by a rosere did me rest: Up sprang the goldyn candill matutyne, With clere depurit bemes cristallyne Glading the mery foulis in thair nest; Or Phebus was in purpur cape revest Up raise the lark, the hevyn's menstrale fyne In May, in till a morow myrthfullest. Full angellike thir birdis sang thair houris Within thair courtyns grene, in to thair bouris, Apparalit quhite and red, wyth blomes suete; Anamalit was the felde with all colouris, The perly droppis schuke in silvir schouris; Quhill all in balme did branch and levis flete, To part fra Phebus did Aurora grete; Hir cristall teris I saw hyng on the flouris Quhilk he for lufe all drank up with his hete. For mirth of May, wyth skippis and wyth hoppis, The birdis sang upon the tender croppis, With curiouse notis, as Venus chapell clerkis; The rosis yong, new spreding of their knoppis War powderit brycht with hevinly beriall droppis Throu bemes rede, birnyng as ruby sperkis; The skyes rang for schoutyng of the larkis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |