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letra de thomas carew - the spring - richard mitchley

now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
but the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth
and makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
to the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
the drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee
now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
in triumph to the world the youthful spring
the valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
welcome the coming of the long’d-for may
now all things smilе, only my love doth lour;
nor hath the scalding noonday sun the powеr
to melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold
the ox, which lately did for shelter fly
into the stall, doth now securely lie
in open fields; and love no more is made
by the fireside, but in the cooler shade
amyntas now doth with his chloris sleep
under a sycamore, and all things keep
time with the season; only she doth carry
june in her eyes, in her heart january

- richard mitchley

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