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Spring Bereaved 1

        THAT zephyr every year
        So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green
        Meads were so early seen,
That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls.
        That proud and stately courts
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,
It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!
        Woods cut again do grow,
Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done;
But we, once dead, no more do see the sun.

 
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About the poet
William Drummond
 
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Spring Bereaved 2
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Her Passing
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