HERE LIES THE BLITHE SPRING
by: Thomas Dekker
- ERE lies the blithe Spring,
- Who first taught birds to sing,
- Yet in April herself fell a-crying:
- Then May growing hot,
- A sweating sickness she got,
- And the first of June lay a-dying.
- Yet no month can say,
- But her merry daughter May
- Stuck her coffins with flowers great plenty:
- The cuckoo sung in verse
- An epitaph o'er her hearse,
- But assure you the lines were not dainty.
POEMS BY THOMAS DEKKER
'Here Lies the Blithe Spring' was
originally published in The Sun's Darling (1656).