Clear or cloudy, sweet as April show'ring, Smooth or frowning, so is her face to me. Pleas'd or smiling, like mild May all flow'ring, When skies blue silk, and meadows carpets be, Her speeches notes of that nightbird that singeth, Who thought all sweet, yet jarring notes out ringeth. Her grace like June, when earth and trees be trimmed In best attire of complete beauty's height. Her love again like Summer's days bedimmed With little clouds of doubtful constant faith. Her trust, her doubt, like rain and heat in skies Gently thund'ring, she lightning to mine eyes. Sweet summer Spring, that breathed life and growing In weeds as into healing herbs and flow'rs, And sees of service divers sorts in sowing, Some haply seeming, and some being, yours, Rain on your herbs and flow'rs that truly serve, And let your weeds lack dew, and duly starve.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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