ECHO'S LAMENT FOR NARCISSUS Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; Yet, slower yet; O faintly, gentle springs; List to the heavy part the music bears; Woe weeps out her division when she sings. Fall grief in showers, Our beauties are not ours; Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since nature's pride is now a wither'd daffodil. Ben Jonson THE SPRING What bird so sings, yet does so wail? John Lyly Goldsmith TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew? Alas! ye have not known that shower Nor felt th' unkind Breath of a blasting wind; Who think it strange to see Such pretty flowers, like to orphans young, Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known Ye droop and weep. Is it for want of sleep, Or, that ye have not seen as yet The violet? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? No, no; this sorrow, shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read: That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth Robert Herrick THE YEAR'S AT THE SPRING The year's at the spring The hill-side's dew-pearled; All's right with the world! Robert Browning SUMMUM BONUM All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem: In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, and how far above them Truth, that's brighter than gem, Trust, that's purer than pearl, Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe me In the kiss of one girl. wonder, wealth, all were for Robert Browning |