Classic Poem

See that building, which, when my mistress living,
Was pleasure's essence;
See how it droopeth, and how nakedly it looketh
Without her presence;
Hark how the hollow wind doth blow
And seems to murmur
In every corner
For her being absent, from which doth chiefly grow
The cause that I do now this grief and sorrow show.

See that garden, where oft I had reward in
For my true love;
See the places, where I enjoyed those graces
The gods might move;
Oft in that arbour, while that she
With melting kisses
Distilling blisses
From her free lips, for joy did ravish me,
The pretty nightingale did sing melodiously.

Hail to those groves, where we enjoyed our loves
So many days!
May trees there be springing and the pretty birds be singing
Their roundelays.
Oh! may the grass grow ever green
On which we lying
Have oft been trying
More several ways of pleasure than that queen,
Which once in bed with Mars by all the gods was seen.

See that building, which, when my mistress living,
Was pleasure's essence;
See how it droopeth, and how nakedly it looketh
Without her presence;
Hark how the hollow wind doth blow
And seems to murmur
In every corner
For her being absent, from which doth chiefly grow
The cause that I do now this grief and sorrow show.

See that garden, where oft I had reward in
For my true love;
See the places, where I enjoyed those graces
The gods might move;
Oft in that arbour, while that she
With melting kisses
Distilling blisses
From her free lips, for joy did ravish me,
The pretty nightingale did sing melodiously.

Hail to those groves, where we enjoyed our loves
So many days!
May trees there be springing and the pretty birds be singing
Their roundelays.
Oh! may the grass grow ever green
On which we lying
Have oft been trying
More several ways of pleasure than that queen,
Which once in bed with Mars by all the gods was seen.