| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | III. Oblivion
‘Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears’ | | By Ben Jonson (1572–1637) |
| | From ‘Cynthia’s Revels’
SLOW, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears; | |
| Yet, slower yet; O faintly, gentle springs; | |
| List to the heavy part the music bears; | |
| Woe weeps out her division when she sings. | |
| Droop herbs and flowers; | 5 |
| Fall grief in showers, | |
| Our beauties are not ours; | |
| O, I could still, | |
| Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, | |
| Drop, drop, drop, drop, | 10 |
| Since nature’s pride is now a wither’d daffodil. | | | | |
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