Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Richard Linche: 1548-1601, Sonnet X
WHEN FLORA vaunts her in her proud array,
clothing fair TELLUS in a spangled gown;
When BOREAS’ fury is exiled away,
and all the welkin cleared from angry frown:
At that same time, all Nature’s children joy;
trees leave, flowers bud, plants spring, and beasts increase.
Only my soul, surcharged with deep annoy,
cannot rejoice, nor sighs nor tears can cease:
Only the grafts of sorrow seem to grow;
set in my heart, no other spring I find.
Delights and pleasures are o’ergrown with woe,
laments and sobs possess my weeping mind.
The frost of grief so nips Delight at root:
No sun but She can do it any boot.
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