| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXII. Irrevocable
Song: ‘That zephyr every year’ | | By William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649) |
| | | —THAT zephyr every year | |
| So soon was heard to sigh in forests here, | |
| It was for her: that wrapt in gowns of green | |
| Meads were so early seen, | |
| That in the saddest months oft sung the merles, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| Bud doth the rose and daisy, winter done; | |
| But we, once dead, no more do see the sun…. | |
| Blush no more, rose, nor, lily, pale remain, | |
| Dead is that beauty which yours late did stain. | | | | |
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