Clear or cloudy, sweet as April showering, Smooth or frowning, so is her face to me; Pleased or smiling, like mild May all flowering, When skies blue silk, and meadows carpets be; Her speeches, notes of that night bird that singeth, Who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes out-ringeth. Her grace, like June when earth and trees be trimmed In best attire of complete beauty's height; Her love, again like summer's days, be dimmed With little clouds of doubtful constant faith: Her trust, her doubt, like rain and heat in skies Gently thund'ring, she lightning to mine eyes. Sweet summer-spring that breatheth life and growing In weeds as much as into herbs and flowers, And sees of service divers sorts in sowing, Some haply seeming, and some being, yours; Rain on your herbs and flowers that truly serve, And let your weeds lack dew, and duly sterve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE by T. T. BARKER |