The peacefull westerne winde
The winter stromes hath tam'd,
And nature in each kinde
The kinde heat hath inflam'd.
The forward buds so sweetly breathe
Out of their earthly bowers,
That heav'n which views their pompe beneath,
Would faine be deckt with flowers.
See how the morning smiles
From her bright eastern hill,
And with soft steps beguiles
Them that lie slumbring still.
The musicke-loving birds have come
from cliffes and rockes unknowne;
To see the trees and briers bloome,
That late were over-flowne.
What Saturne did destroy,
Loves Queen revives againe;
And now her naked boy
Doth in the fields remaine:
Where he such pleasing change doth view
In ev'ry living thing,
As if the world were born anew,
To gratifie the Spring.