Rhymes By William Stewart Rose |
 |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. | SONNET VII.
To a Lady who requested verses for an Album, the title page
of which contained an emblematic garland of leaves and flowers. |
 | Rhymes |  |
104
SONNET VII. To a Lady who requested verses for an Album, the title page of which contained an emblematic garland of leaves and flowers.
Lady, to you forsooth a debt I owe,And for the wreath which many a poet weaves
To bind your brow, some lowly buds or leaves
(Such as I can) would willingly bestow.
Spring paints the flowers, and Autumn fills the sheaves:
But Spring no more shall make my blossoms blow,
Nor Summer, nor Autumnal tide; the snow
Of Winter my distempered fancy grieves.
Spring long has led away her laughing hours,
Hot Summer, treading on her heels; and seeds
Have rotted ere yet ripened by the showers
Of fruitful Autumn; Winter's waste succeeds,
And now, in place of wholesome herbs or flowers,
Choaked is my garden's growth with sickly weeds.
| Rhymes | |