Occasional Verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island Deceased in August, 1648 |
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Sonnet.
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 | Occasional Verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island |  |
Sonnet.
You well compacted Groves, whose light & shadeMixt equally, produce nor heat, nor cold,
Either to burn the young, or freeze the old,
But to one even temper being made,
Upon a Grave embroidering through each Glade
An Airy Silver, and a Sunny Gold,
So cloath the poorest that they do behold
Themselves, in riches which can never fade,
While the wind whistles, and the birds do sing,
While your twigs clip, and while the leaves do friss,
While the fruit ripens which those trunks do bring,
Sensless to all but love, do you not spring
Pleasure of such a kind, as truly is
A self-renewing vegetable bliss.
Made upon the Groves near Merlow Castle.
| Occasional Verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbery and Castle-Island | |