Ask not the cause why sullen spring

Ask not the cause why sullen spring
  So long delays her flow'rs to bear;
  Why warbling birds forget to sing,
  And winter storms invert the year?
  Chloris is gone; and Fate provides
  To make it spring where she resides.

  Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
  She cast not back a pitying eye:
  But left her lover in despair,
  To sigh, to languish, and to die:
  Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
  To give the wounds they will not cure!

  Great god of Love, why hast thou made
  A face that can all hearts command,
  That all religions can invade,
  And change the laws of ev'ry land?
  Where thou hadst plac'd such pow'r before,
  Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.

  When Chloris to the temple comes,
  Adoring crowds before her fall;
  She can restore the dead from tombs,
  And ev'ry life but mine recall.
  I only am by love design'd
  To be the victim for mankind.Credits and CopyrightTogether with the editors, the Department ofEnglish (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press,the following individuals share copyright for the work that wentinto this edition:Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meikle (University ofToronto Library)Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)

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