| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| William Drummond, of Hawthornden. 1585–1649 |
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| 227. Spring Bereaved 2 |
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| SWEET Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train, | |
| Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs: | |
| The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain, | |
| The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs. | |
| Thou turn'st, sweet youth, but ah! my pleasant hours | 5 |
| And happy days with thee come not again; | |
| The sad memorials only of my pain | |
| Do with thee turn, which turn my sweets in sours. | |
| Thou art the same which still thou wast before, | |
| Delicious, wanton, amiable, fair; | 10 |
| But she, whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air, | |
| Is gone—nor gold nor gems her can restore. | |
| Neglected virtue, seasons go and come, | |
| While thine forgot lie closèd in a tomb. | |
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