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THE peaceful western wind
The winter storms hath tamed,
And nature in each kind
The kind heat hath inflamed:
The forward buds so sweetly breathe
Out of their earthly bowers,
That heav'n, which views their pomp beneath,
Would fain be decked with flowers.
See how the morning smiles / On her bright eastern hill, / And with soft steps beguiles / Them that lie slumbering still! / The music-loving birds are come / From cliffs and rocks unknown, / To see the trees and briars bloom / That late were overflown.
What Saturn did destroy, / Love's Queen revives again; / And now her naked boy / Doth in the fields remain, / Where he such pleasing change doth view / In every living thing, / As if the world were born anew / To gratify the Spring.
If all things life present, / Why die my comforts then? / Why suffers my content? / Am I the worst of men? / O beauty, be not thou accus'd / Too justly in this case! / Unkindly if true love be used, / 'Twill yield thee little grace.