FAIR SUMMER DROOPS
by: Thomas Nashe (1567-1601)
- AIR summer
droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
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- So fair a summer look for nevermore:
- All good things vanish less than in a day,
- Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
- Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year,
- The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
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- What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst,
- Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed?
- O trees, consume your sap in sorrow's source,
- Streams, turn to tears your tributary course.
- Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year,
- The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
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