TYME hath throwne downe the robe he bare Of winde and cold and chillye rayne, And nowe with sunbeams cleare agayne In lordlye raiment doth he fare. Each beast and birde doth nowe declare Harsh-voiced or smoothe the tidynges playne: Tyme hath throwne downe the robe he bare Of winde and cold and chillye rayne. Nowe fountaynes, streams and brookes repair Their sheeny floods that downward drayne With gold and silver in their trayne; All thynges new vesture nowe doe weare: Tyme hath throwne downe the robe he bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 25. THY LOVE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 7 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |