A Household Book of English Poetry / Selected and Arranged with Notes - Unknown

Of bright carnations did o’erspread her face: 10

Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born,

Here first I got a pledge of promised grace:

But ah! what served it to be happy so?

Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe?

William Drummond.

Sweet spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train,

Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flowers;

The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,