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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
 
Sad Memorials
By William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649)
 
SWEET Spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train;
Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow’rs,
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show’rs.
Thou turn’st, sweet youth, but ah! my pleasant hours        5
And happy days with thee come not again;
The sad memorials only of my pain
Do with thee turn, which turn my sweets in sours.
Thou art the same which still thou wert before,
Delicious, lusty, amiable, fair;        10
But she, whose breath embalmed thy wholesome air,
Is gone—nor gold, nor gems, can her restore.
Neglected virtue, seasons go and come,
While thine, forgot, lie closèd in a tomb.
 
 
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