A Song: When June is past, the fading rose
Thomas Carew, Poems (J. D. for T. Walkley, 1640). STC 4620.
1Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
2When June is past, the fading rose;
5Ask me no more whither doth stray
6The golden atoms of the day;
7For in pure love heaven did prepare
8Those powders to enrich your hair.
9Ask me no more whither doth haste
10The nightingale when May is past;
12She winters and keeps warm her note.
13Ask me no more where those stars light
14That downwards fall in dead of night;
15For in your eyes they sit, and there,
16Fixed become as in their sphere.
17Ask me no more if east or west
18The phœnix builds her spicy nest;
19For unto you at last she flies,
20And in your fragrant bosom dies.
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