Turne the agayne o phebus fayre Earths sole delight and heauens care O turne thee to ye soutth o turne Lest wee doe freeze whilest others burne Sest thou not how our cloudes doe weepe And send there sorrowes to the deepe Sest thou how fieldes and meads doe mourne/ Hast then fayre phebus to returne Least ye sadd winters wrinkled face Thrust into merry harvests place Lest thou doe make our Earth for lorne, Oh hast thee phebus to returne Soe maye our duller swaynes arise And giue thee songes and sacrifise soe neuer may noe shadye night darken thy beames and hide thy sight So may the worlde thy worth adorne And blese thy face more then before turne thee a gayne o Phebus fayre Earths sole delight and heauens Care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH FRAGMENT OF AN 'ANTIGONE' by MATTHEW ARNOLD |