 | A Margarite of America |  |
[With Ganimede now ioines the shining sunne]
With Ganimede now ioines the shining sunne,
And through the world displaise his chiller flame,
Cold, frost, and snow, the meddowes, and the mountaines
Do wholie blend, the waters waxen Ice:
The meades want flowers, the trees haue parched leaues,
Such is the dolie season of the yeare.
And through the world displaise his chiller flame,
Cold, frost, and snow, the meddowes, and the mountaines
The meades want flowers, the trees haue parched leaues,
Such is the dolie season of the yeare.
And I in coldest season of the yeare,
Like to a naked man before the Sunne,
Whilest drought thus dwels in herbes and dried leaues,
Consume my selfe, and in affections flame
To cinders fall: ne helpes me frost or ice
That falles from off these Snow-clad cloudie mountains.
Like to a naked man before the Sunne,
Whilest drought thus dwels in herbes and dried leaues,
Consume my selfe, and in affections flame
To cinders fall: ne helpes me frost or ice
That falles from off these Snow-clad cloudie mountains.
But when as shades new clothe againe the mountaines,
And daies wax long, and warmer is the yeare;
Then in my soule fierce loue congeales an Ice,
Which nor the force of fierce enflamed sunne
May thaw, nor may be moult with mightie flames,
Which frost doth make me quake like Aspen leaues.
And daies wax long, and warmer is the yeare;
Then in my soule fierce loue congeales an Ice,
Which nor the force of fierce enflamed sunne
May thaw, nor may be moult with mightie flames,
Which frost doth make me quake like Aspen leaues.
Such time the windes are whist, and trembling leaues,
And beast grow mute reposing on the mountaines,
Then when aslaked beene the heauenly flames,
Both in the waine and prime tide of the yeare:
I watch, I warde, vntill the new sprung sunne,
And hope, and feare, and feele both cold and Ice.
And beast grow mute reposing on the mountaines,
Then when aslaked beene the heauenly flames,
Both in the waine and prime tide of the yeare:
I watch, I warde, vntill the new sprung sunne,
And hope, and feare, and feele both cold and Ice.
But when againe her morrow-gathered Ice
The morne displaies, and frostieth drouping leaues,
And day renewes with rising of the sunne,
Then wailful forth I wend through vales & mountaines:
Ne other thought haue I day, moneth, and yeare,
But of my first the fatall inward flames.
The morne displaies, and frostieth drouping leaues,
And day renewes with rising of the sunne,
Then wailful forth I wend through vales & mountaines:
Ne other thought haue I day, moneth, and yeare,
But of my first the fatall inward flames.
Thus loue consumes me in his liuely flames,
Thus loue doth freeze me with his chillie Ice,
So that no time remaines me through the yeare
To make me blithe: ne are there any leaues:
Through al the trees that are vpon the mountaines,
That may conceale me from my sweetest sunne,
First shalt the sunne be seene without his flame,
The wintred mountaines without frost or ice,
Leaues on the stones ere I content one yeare.
Thus loue doth freeze me with his chillie Ice,
So that no time remaines me through the yeare
To make me blithe: ne are there any leaues:
Through al the trees that are vpon the mountaines,
That may conceale me from my sweetest sunne,
The wintred mountaines without frost or ice,
Leaues on the stones ere I content one yeare.
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