Richard Fanshawe

(1608-1666 / England)

Spring - (From Guarini) - Poem by Richard Fanshawe

Spring, the year's youth, fair mother of new flowers,
New leaves, new loves, drawn by the winged hours,
Thou art return'd; - but the felicity
Thou brought'st me last is not return'd with thee;
Thou art returned, but nought returns with thee,
Save my lost joys - regretful memory -
Thou art the self-same thing thou wert before,
As fair and jocund: but I am no more
The thing I was, so gracious in her sight,
Who is Heaven's masterpiece, and Earth's delight.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010

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