SPRING BEREAVED III
by: William Drummond (1585-1649)
- LEXIS, here she stay'd; among
these pines,
- Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;
- Here did she spread the treasure of her hair,
- More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines.
- She set her by these muskèd eglantines,
- --The happy place the print seems yet to bear:
- Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines,
- To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear.
- Me here she first perceived, and here a morn
- Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face;
- Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born,
- And I first got a pledge of promised grace:
- But ah! what served it to be happy so?
- Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe?
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