Nature
Here Lies the Blithe Spring
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Here lies the blithe Spring,
Who first taught birds to sing,
Yet in April herself fell a-crying:
Then May growing hot,
A sweating sickness she got,
And the first of June lay a-dying.
Yet no month can say,
But her merry daughter May
Stuck her coffins with flowers great plenty:
The cuckoo sung in verse
An epitaph o'er her hearse,
But assure you the lines were not dainty.
Codex Note
From The Sun's Darling, by John Ford and Thomas Dekker.
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Dekker, Thomas. “Here Lies the Blithe Spring.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dekker/7/.
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Dekker, Thomas. “Here Lies the Blithe Spring.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dekker/7/.
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