Saturday, 7 March 2009

Spring Song

Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile: only my love doth lower,
Nor hath the scalding noon-day sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fire-side, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season: only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January.

"The Spring" by Thomas Carew (1640)


Ingrid Mida said...

What a beautiful poem! And what a lovely blog you have. How do you have time to blog and work with twin 3 year old boys? My boys are teens now but when they were little, I'm not sure I did much of anything except fall into bed exhausted at the end of the day.

Ragamuffin Gal said...

Hi Amanda ~ Your blog is so beautiful and magical and I love the name of it! I came over from Jenny's blog because I was curious. I also like your fairy mode photo. Did you do that in photo shop or have it done? Very nice. Blessings, Katie