1Dear daughters, come, make haste, away!
that sad place make no delay.
He’s gone that was the city’s grace;
Fierce Hydra now usurps his place.
fanes are overgrown with moss
6With shedding tears for England’s loss:
7Hard hearts, insensible of woe,
8Whom marble walls in grief outgo!
9Then come, sweet virgins, come away;
10What is it that invites your stay?
11What can you learn there else but pride,
12And what your blushes will not hide?
13There virgins lose their honored name,
14Which doth forever blur their fame.
15There husbands look with jealous eyes,
16And wives deceive them and their spies.
Inns of Court and armies go
18Wise children, their own dads to know.
19There shepherds that no flocks do keep
mastiffs worry sheep.
21Then come, sweet children, come away;
22What can allure you yet to stay?
Hyde Park, a place of chief delight:
Her bushes mourn like Jews in white.
25The stately deer do weeping stray,
26Anticipating their last day.
Spring Garden that such pleasures bred
28Looks dull and sad since
Thames her loss deplores,
30And to the sea her grief outroars;
31The swans upon her silver breast,
32Though dying, yet can find no rest,
33But full of grief cry, “Welladay!”
singing, sigh their breath away.
35Ay me!—then come, make haste away;
36From that sad place make no delay.
flow’ry vales and crystal springs;
38Here’s shady groves; here ever sings
bullfinch, linnet, striving which
40The auditors shall most bewitch.
lark, long ere the morn
42With roses can her head adorn,
43Sings cheerfully a
44Telling this lower world ’tis day.
45Here thrushes, wrens, and
46To welcome in the gladsome spring.
47Then come, sweet maidens, come away;
48To this sweet place make no delay.
49Here careful shepherds view their sheep;
They him, and he their souls, doth keep.
51Blessings flow on them from above
52That are reciprocal in love.
53He in his bosom bears the lambs,
gently leads the
55He whistles those that go astray,
By which means none runs quite away.
57Here husbands, free from jealous eye,
58Have wives as full of modesty.
59They in their children
60Commending still their happy choice,
61Most kind, and free from all debate,
That no true love can ever hate.
63Then come, my children, come away;
64To this sweet place make no delay.
65Here virgins sit in
66Refreshed by sweet
anadems and poses,
68Crowning their heads with
69In woods and dales fair maidens may,
70Unfrighted, freely gather
71Then, lovely lasses, come away;
To cheer my heart make no delay.
73But O, those times now changèd be!
74Sad metamorphosis we see.
Amintas went away,
76Shepherds and sheep go all astray.
77Those that deserved whole groves of
78In sighs consume their youthful days,
79And that fair fleecy flocks did keep,
80Despised in corners, sit and weep.
Chloris went, both wife and maid
82In love and beauty hath decayed.
maypoles showed their feathered head,
ensigns now are spread:
85Instead of music’s pleasant sound
86And lively lasses dancing round,
87Tumultuous drums make deaf our ears
88And trumpets fill our hearts with fears.
89In shades where
nymphs did use to walk,
sons of Mars in armor stalk.
Enameled vales and crystal streams
92Prove now, alas, poor
Leas’ drooping swans now sadly sing,
Beane comes weeping from her spring;
Stort in mourning weeds,
96Showing their hearts for grief e’en
97All run to
Lea for some relief,
98And in her bosom
pour their grief.
99Thus she and they all weeping go
To tell the Thames their grievous woe.
Ver looks and sees this shire look sad;
102She whirls about as she were mad,
Verulam his ruined stones
104She runs, and tells to
Colne her moans,
her saint his blood was shed,
106She never grieved so, as she said.
107Colne sympathized with her in woe,
108And to the Thames resolved to go.
Purwell too came bubbling out,
110But long she did not stand in doubt;
halcyon days were done,
112She loathed (she said) to see the sun
113As he pursued the cheerful day,
114But turned her course another way,
115And, sighing, shed forth tears as clear
116As pearls, and ran to
Ouse, who was so full of grief
118That she herself did want relief,
119And said, would any place receive
120Her tears, she would her channel leave,
As when King Richard’s reign had date—
122But this she was denied by fate.
too, sadly makes her moan,
124And with her tears turns moss to stone,
125And, seeing delight with Chloris fled,
126She sighed, and murmuring hid her head
127Within her womb that gave her
128Venting her grief below the earth.
sit in ranks,
130Forlorn upon our withered banks,
131And garlands make of
132To hide their tears and shade their brows.
133Since Chloris went our flowers fade;
134No pleasure is in hill or shade.
Philomel doth sit alone,
136To senseless trees now makes her moan.
137Our woods their choristers now lack:
ouzels whistle, clad in black,
139And the forsaken
140Bewails her own and Chloris’ love,
142The goddesses enshrined in oaks,
143Who fold their yielding arms across,
144And weep with them Amintas’ loss.
145Some trees drop
gum from their sad eyes
146T’immortalize ambitious flies;
147Though they can give us no relief,
They’ll sympathize with us in grief.
oreads sport and play no more,
150But great Amintas’ loss deplore;
151Instead of roses,
o’er with tears doth shade their brows;
153Disheveled, torn, neglected hair
154Hang o’er their throbbing bosom bare.
Napaeas from their hills,
156Dissolved with tears, weep crystal
157Those flowers which the valleys crown,
158O’ercharged with grief, their heads hang down;
159Since lovely Chloris, frighted, fled,
crown imperial hangs his head,
161His princely breast o’erwhelmed with fears,
162Weeping at once six crystal tears.
lonely shades pale violets creep,
there unpitied sit and weep.
royal rose that ne’er would yield,
166But strove for mast’ry in the field,
167And Chloris’ cheek neglected, fades
168In silent solitary shades.
169The lily and the
170Do wish it were within their power
171To sleep for ever in their
172But ’tis denied by Nature’s laws.
Th’auricula that cures the giddy brain,
174Dizzy with grief, hangs down her head again.
175Then shall not we with grief o’erflow?
Shall vegetables us outgo?
177Thus neither woods, nor fields, nor hills,
178Enameled vales, nor crystal rills,
179Nor birds, nor trees, nor flowers of scent,
180But do this kingdom’s loss resent.
181Then let us still lament and grieve
182Till heaven in mercy doth relieve.
183’Tis neither sight nor
184Can my afflicted heart content
Until I see them both restored,
186Whose absence hath been so deplored.
187Just Heaven, hear our prayers and tears,
188And place them in their shining spheres.
189Then come, sweet daughters, come away:
190To comfort me make no delay.