| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910. | | | | To Cynthia | | By Sir Francis Kynaston (1587–1642) |
| | On her Mother’s Decease
APRIL is past, then do not shed, | |
| Nor do not waste in vain, | |
| Upon thy mother’s earthy bed, | |
| Thy tears of silver rain. | |
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| Thou canst not hope that her cold earth, | 5 |
| By wat’ring will bring forth | |
| A flower like thee, or will give birth | |
| To one of the like worth. | |
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| ’Tis true the rain fall’n from the sky, | |
| Or from the clouded air, | 10 |
| Doth make the earth to fructify, | |
| And makes the heaven more fair. | |
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| With thy dear face it is not so, | |
| Which if once overcast, | |
| It thou rain down thy showers of woe, | 15 |
| They, like the Sirens’, blast. | |
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| Therefore when sorrow shall becloud | |
| Thy fair serenest day, | |
| Weep not, my sighs shall be allowed | |
| To chase the storm away. | 20 |
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| Consider that the teeming vine, | |
| If cut by chance do weep, | |
| Doth bear no grapes to make the wine, | |
| But feels eternal sleep. | | | | |
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