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Time never wand'ring from his annual round	A
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring and thaw the ground	A
Bleak Winter flies new verdure clothes the plain	B
And earth assumes her transient youth again	C
Dream I or also to the Spring belong	D
Increase of Genius and new pow'rs of song	D
Spring gives them and how strange soere it seem	E
Impels me now to some harmonious theme	E
Castalia's fountain and the forked hill	F
By day by night my raptur'd fancy fill	F
My bosom burns and heaves I hear within	G
A sacred sound that prompts me to begin	G
Lo Phoebus comes with his bright hair he blends	H
The radiant laurel wreath Phoebus descends	H
I mount and undepress'd by cumb'rous clay	I
Through cloudy regions win my easy way	I
Rapt through poetic shadowy haunts I fly	J
The shrines all open to my dauntless eye	J
My spirit searches all the realms of light	K
And no Tartarean gulphs elude my sight	K
But this ecstatic trance this glorious storm	L
Of inspiration what will it perform	L
Spring claims the verse that with his influence glows	M
And shall be paid with what himself bestows	M
Thou veil'd with op'ning foliage lead'st the throng	D
Of feather'd minstrels Philomel in song	D
Let us in concert to the season sing	N
Civic and sylvan heralds of the spring	N
With notes triumphant spring's approach declare	O
To spring ye Muses annual tribute bear	O
The Orient left and Aethiopia's plains	P
The Sun now northward turns his golden reins	P
Night creeps not now yet rules with gentle sway	I
And drives her dusky horrors swift away	I
Now less fatigued on his aetherial plain	B
Bootes follows his celestial wain	B
And now the radiant centinels above	Q
Less num'rous watch around the courts of Jove	Q
For with the night Force Ambush Slaughter fly	J
And no gigantic guilt alarms the sky	J
Now haply says some shepherd while he views	R
Recumbent on a rock the redd'ning dews	R
This night this surely Phoebus miss'd the fair	O
Who stops his chariot by her am'rous care	O
Cynthia delighted by the morning's glow	S
Speeds to the woodland and resumes her bow	T
Resigns her beams and glad to disappear	U
Blesses his aid who shortens her career	U
Come Phoebus cries Aurora come too late	V
Thou linger'st slumb'ring with thy wither'd mate	V
Leave Him and to Hymettus' top repair	O
Thy darling Cephalus expects thee there	O
The goddess with a blush her love betrays	W
But mounts and driving rapidly obeys	W
Earth now desires thee Phoebus and t'engage	X
Thy warm embrace casts off the guise of age	X
Desires thee and deserves for who so sweet	Y
When her rich bosom courts thy genial heat	Y
Her breath imparts to ev'ry breeze that blows	M
Arabia's harvest and the Paphian rose	M
Her lofty front she diadems around	A
With sacred pines like Ops on Ida crown'd	A
Her dewy locks with various flow'rs new blown	Z
She interweaves various and all her own	Z
For Proserpine in such a wreath attired	A2
Taenarian Dis himself with love inspired	B2
Fear not lest cold and coy the Nymph refuse	R
Herself with all her sighing Zephyrs sues	R
Each courts thee fanning soft his scented wing	N
And all her groves with warbled wishes ring	N
Nor unendow'd and indigent aspires	C2
Th'am'rous Earth to engage thy warm desires	C2
But rich in balmy drugs assists thy claim	D2
Divine Physician to that glorious name	D2
If splendid recompense if gifts can move	Q
Desire in thee gifts often purchase love	Q
She offers all the wealth her mountains hide	E2
And all that rests beneath the boundless tide	E2
How oft when headlong from the heav'nly steep	F2
She sees thee plunging in the Western Deep	F2
How oft she cries Ah Phoebus why repair	O
Thy wasted force why seek refreshment there	O
Can Tethys win thee wherefore should'st thou lave	Q
A face so fair in her unpleasant wave	Q
Come seek my green retreats and rather chuse	R
To cool thy tresses in my chrystal dews	R
The grassy turf shall yield thee sweeter rest	G2
Come lay thy evening glories on my breast	G2
And breathing fresh through many a humid rose	M
Soft whisp'ring airs shall lull thee to repose	M
No fears I feel like Semele to die	J
Nor lest thy burning wheels approach too nigh	J
For thou can'st govern them Here therefore rest	G2
And lay thy evening glories on my breast	G2
Thus breathes the wanton Earth her am'rous flame	D2
And all her countless offspring feel the same	D2
For Cupid now through every region strays	W
Bright'ning his faded fires with solar rays	W
His new strung bow sends forth a deadlier sound	A
And his new pointed shafts more deeply wound	A
Nor Dian's self escapes him now untried	E2
Nor even Vesta at her altar side	E2
His mother too repairs her beauty's wane	B
And seems sprung newly from the Deep again	C
Exulting youths the Hymenaeal sing	N
With Hymen's name roofs rocks and valleys ring	N
He new attired and by the season dress'd	G2
Proceeds all fragrant in his saffron vest	G2
Now many a golden cinctur'd virgin roves	W
To taste the pleasures of the fields and groves	W
All wish and each alike some fav'rite youth	H2
Hers in the bonds of Hymenaeal truth	H2
Now pipes the shepherd through his reeds again	C
Nor Phyllis wants a song that suits the strain	B
With songs the seaman hails the starry sphere	U
And dolphins rise from the abyss to hear	I2
Jove feels himself the season sports again	C
With his fair spouse and banquets all his train	B
Now too the Satyrs in the dusk of Eve	Q
Their mazy dance through flow'ry meadows weave	Q
And neither God nor goat but both in kind	J2
Sylvanus wreath'd with cypress skips behind	J2
The Dryads leave the hollow sylvan cells	W
To roam the banks and solitary dells	W
Pan riots now and from his amorous chafe	Q
Ceres and Cybele seem hardly safe	Q
And Faunus all on fire to reach the prize	W
In chase of some enticing Oread flies	W
She bounds before but fears too swift a bound	A
And hidden lies but wishes to be found	A
Our shades entice th'Immortals from above	Q
And some kind Pow'r presides oter ev'ry grove	Q
And long ye Pow'rs o'er ev'ry grove preside	E2
For all is safe and blest where ye abide	E2
Return O Jove the age of gold restore	K2
Why chose to dwell where storms and thunders roar	K2
At least thou Phoebus moderate thy speed	L2
Let not the vernal hours too swift proceed	L2
Command rough Winter back nor yield the pole	M2
Too soon to Night's encroaching long control	M2

John Milton

Elegy V. - Anno Aetates 20. - On The Approach Of Spring. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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