William Browne

A Welcome

WELCOME, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.

He that to the voice is near
    Breaking from your iv'ry pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
    The delightful nightingale.
                        Welcome, welcome, then...

He that looks still on your eyes,
    Though the winter have begun
To benumb our arteries,
    Shall not want the summer's sun.
                        Welcome, welcome, then...

He that still may see your cheeks,
    Where all rareness still reposes,
Is a fool if e'er he seeks
    Other lilies, other roses.
                        Welcome, welcome, then...

He to whom your soft lip yields,
    And perceives your breath in kissing,
All the odours of the fields
    Never, never shall be missing.
                        Welcome, welcome, then...

He that question would anew
    What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you,
    And a brief of that behold.
                        Welcome, welcome, then...

About the poet
William Browne
By the same poet
The Rose
The Sirens' Song
Epitaph: In Obitum M.S. Xº Maij, 1614
Epitaph: On the Countess Dowager of Pembroke
Related books
William Browne at amazon.co.uk

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