"Sweet Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train,
thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs:
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs.
(...)"
thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs:
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs.
(...)"
William Drummond of Hawthornden, 1585-1649, English Verse, volume II, Chosen and edited by W. Peacock
Chegou a Primavera!
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