Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost br Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost br Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream br Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; br But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, br And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth br To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree br The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee. br Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring br In triumph to the world the youthful spring. br The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array br Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May. br Now all things smile; only my love doth lour; br Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power br To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold br Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold. br The ox, which lately did for shelter fly br Into the stall, doth now securely lie br In open fields; and love no more is made br By the fireside, but in the cooler shade br Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep br Under a sycamore, and all things keep br Time with the season; only she doth carry br June in her eyes, in her heart January.