ABRAHAM COWLEY (1618-1667) THE SWALLOW Foolish Prater, what do'st thou So early at my window do With thy tuneless serenade? Well 't had been had Tereus made Thee as dumb as Philomel: There his knife had done but well. Thou dost all the winter rest, And dreamest o'er thy summer joys, Free from the stormy season's noise: 10 Had'st thou all the charming notes A dream out of my arms to-day, Nothing half so sweet or fair, 15 20 Nothing half so good can'st bring, Though men say, Thou bring'st the spring?' THE WISH |