This page has been validated.
ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771.
In vain the sprightly sun renews his course,
Climbs up the’ ascending signs and leads the day,
While long embattled clouds repel his force,
And lazy vapours choke the golden ray.
Climbs up the’ ascending signs and leads the day,
While long embattled clouds repel his force,
And lazy vapours choke the golden ray.
In vain the Spring proclaims the new-born year;
No flowers beneath her lingering footsteps spring,
No rosy garland binds her flowing hair,
And in her train no feathered warblers sing;
No flowers beneath her lingering footsteps spring,
No rosy garland binds her flowing hair,
And in her train no feathered warblers sing;
Her opening breast is stained with frequent showers,
Her streaming tresses bathed in chilling dews;
And sad before her move the pensive Hours,
Whose flagging wings no breathing sweets diffuse.
Her streaming tresses bathed in chilling dews;
And sad before her move the pensive Hours,
Whose flagging wings no breathing sweets diffuse.
