William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XVII lyrics

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William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XVII lyrics

With flaming horns the Bull now brings the year, Melt do the horrid mountains' helms of snow, The silver floods in pearly channels flow, The late-bare woods green anadems do wear; The nightingale, forgetting winter's woe, Calls up the lazy morn her notes to hear; Those flow'rs are spread which names of princes bear, Some red, some azure, white and golden grow; Here lows a heifer, there bea-wailing strays A harmless lamb, not far a stag rebounds; The shepherds sing to grazing flocks sweet lays, And all about the echoing air resounds. Hills, dales, woods, floods, and everything doth change, But she in rigour, I in love am strange.