The soote [sweet] season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings, The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she slings, The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey now she mings. Winter is worn, that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things, Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PASSED BY by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT SUBLIME ILLUSION by FLORENCE BROOKS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |