Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE OF SPRYNGE-TYME, by CHRISTINE DE PISAN First Line: Nowe cometh the soe gracious month of maye Last Line: For the faire boone this merrye month doth brynge. Alternate Author Name(s): Christine De Pisan Subject(s): Love - Complaints; Spring | ||||||||
NOWE cometh the soe gracious month of Maye That is ryghte gladsome, she that doth bestowe Such sweetnesse; nowe be fields and woods growne gaye With leaves and floures that doe blithelye blowe. In all thynges joye hath swaye. Nowe greene the meadowe is and eke the spraye, And all thynges nowe forswear their sorrowynge For the faire boone this merrye month doth brynge. The birds goe singynge a glad roundelaye, And all thynges the like happinesse doe knowe; But woe is me that suffer such dismaye, For wanderynge love begetteth onlye woe; Nowe me joye cannot swaye, Who growe in sorrowe as tyme groweth gaye. Lovers well knowe how sharper grief can stynge For the faire boone this merrye month doth brynge. Nowe doe I weep, lamentynge nighte and daye Him whom I lack, and who doth nought bestowe; Nowe Love's worst onset that comes nigh to slaye, His feints and torments I doe sadlye knowe. In this sweet tyme alwaye I have noe joye who am despoiléd aye Of that desire wherto soe firm I clynge For the faire boone this merrye month doth brynge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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