Nature
Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Nature
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs;
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers;
Fall grief in showers,
Our beauties are not ours;
O, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil.
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MLA
Jonson, Ben. “Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/33/.
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Jonson, Ben. “Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/33/.
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