I SAW her at her window set, Myself at mine all winter through; And well we loved who'd never met, Our kisses crossed the avenue. Between the lindens bare of green The sight of her made all seem gay; But now you've made the boughs a screen, Vile Spring! Why can't you keep away? Their leafy arches serve to ban For me that lovely seraph bright I first saw feed her feathered clan One morning when the frost was white; They summoned here with songs that so Became the cue for Cupid's play: There's nothing lovelier than snow! Vile Spring! Why can't you keep away? When she awakes you are the cause I cannot see her leave her bed As fresh as when Aurora draws The rosy curtains overhead. Now too at night I'm left in doubt What time my fair star hides her ray, And when she blows here candle out: Vile Spring! Why can't you keep away? 'Tis Winter that I'm pining for: Ah! what I'd give to hear again The sound of pelting snows that pour In music on the window-pane. What good are all your flowers to me, Your zephyrs and your suns of May, When her sweet smile I cannot see? Vile Spring! Why can't you keep away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE FAREWELL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE AN INVOCATION by ISIDORE G. ASCHER A DEDICATION TO ATHENE by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS |