SPRING BEREAVED III

by: William Drummond (1585-1649)

LEXIS, here she stay'd; among these pines,

Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair;

Here did she spread the treasure of her hair,

More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines.

She set her by these muskèd eglantines,

--The happy place the print seems yet to bear:

Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines,

To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear.

Me here she first perceived, and here a morn

Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face;

Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born,

And I first got a pledge of promised grace:

But ah! what served it to be happy so?

Sith passèd pleasures double but new woe?

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