| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XXXIV. The bird of Thrace, which doth bewail her rape | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | THE BIRD of Thrace, which doth bewail her rape | |
| And murdered ITIS eaten by his Sire, | |
| When she her woes in doleful tunes doth shape; | |
| She sets her breast against a thorny briar. | |
| Because care-charmer Sleep should not disturb | 5 |
| The tragic tale which to the night she tells; | |
| She doth her rest and quietness thus curb, | |
| Amongst the groves where secret silence dwells. | |
| Even so I wake; and waking, wail all night | |
| CHLORIS’ unkindness, slumbers doth expel. | 10 |
| I need not thorns, sweet sleep to put to flight. | |
| Her cruelty, my golden rest doth quell: | |
| That day and night to me are only one; | |
| Consumed in woe, in tears, in sighs, and moan. | | | | |
|
|
