Thomas Dekker

Here you will find the Poem Here Lies The Blithe Spring of poet Thomas Dekker

Here Lies The Blithe Spring

HERE lies the blithe Spring, 
Who first taught birds to sing, 
Yet in April herself fell a-crying: 
Then May growing hot, 
A sweating sickness she got, 
And the first of June lay a-dying. 
Yet no month can say, 
But her merry daughter May 
Stuck her coffins with flowers great plenty: 
The cuckoo sung in verse 
An epitaph o'er her hearse, 
But assure you the lines were not dainty.