Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | Phillis | Sonnet XII. Ah, trees, why fall your leaves so fast? | Thomas Lodge (15581625) |
| 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 Damons love consort. | | | |
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