HERE LIES THE BLITHE SPRING

by: Thomas Dekker

      ERE 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.

'Here Lies the Blithe Spring' was originally published in The Sun's Darling (1656).

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