| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet XII. Ah, trees, why fall your leaves so fast? | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | AH, trees, why fall your leaves so fast? | |
| Ah rocks, where are your robes of moss? | |
| Ah flocks, why stand you all aghast? | |
| Trees, rocks, and flocks, what, are you pensive for my loss? | |
| The birds, methinks, tune naught but moan, | 5 |
| The winds breathe naught but bitter plaint, | |
| The beasts forsake their dens to groan; | |
| Birds, winds, and beasts, what doth my loss your powers attaint? | |
| Floods weep their springs above their bounds, | |
| And echo wails to see my woe, | 10 |
| The robe of ruth doth clothe the grounds; | |
| Floods, echo, grounds, why do you all these tears bestow? | |
| The trees, the rocks, and flocks reply, | |
| The birds, the winds, the beasts report, | |
| Floods, echo, grounds, for sorrow cry, | 15 |
| We grieve since Phillis nill kind Damon’s love consort. | | | | |
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