Spring Bereaved 1

By William Drummond, of Hawthornden

1585-1649

THAT zephyr every year
         So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green
         Meads were so early seen,
That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls.
         That proud and stately courts
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,
It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!
         Woods cut again do grow,
Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;
But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.

DayPoems Poem No. 226
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