ZEPHYRUS brings the time that sweetly scenteth With flowers and herbs which winter's frost exileth. Progne now chirpeth, Philomel lamenteth Flora the garlands white and red compileth: Fields do rejoice, the frowning sky relenteth, Jove to behold his dearest daughter smileth: The air, the water, the earth, to joy consenteth, Each creature now to love him reconcileth. But with me wretch, the storms of woe persèver, And heavy sighs which from my heart she straineth, That took the key thereof to heaven for ever, So that singing of birds, and springtime's flowering, And ladies' love that men's affection gaineth, Are like a desert, and cruel beasts devouring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA |