| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Zephyrus Brings the Time That Sweetly Scenteth | | Anonymous |
| | | ZEPHYRUS brings the time that sweetly scenteth | |
| With flowers and herbs which winter’s frost exileth; | |
| Procne now chirpeth, Philomel lamenteth, | |
| Flora the garlands white and red compileth; | |
| Fields do rejoice, the frowning sky relenteth, | 5 |
| Jove to behold his dearest daughter smileth; | |
| The air, the water, the earth to joy consenteth, | |
| Each creature now to love him reconcileth. | |
| But with me, wretch, the storms of woe persever, | |
| And heavy sighs which from my heart she straineth, | 10 |
| That took the key thereof to heaven for ever; | |
| So that the singing of birds and springtime’s flow’ring, | |
| And ladies’ love that men’s affection gaineth, | |
| Are like a desert and cruel beasts devouring. | | | | |
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