You virgins, that did late despair <br />To keep your wealth from cruel men, <br />Tie up in silk your careless hair: <br />Soft peace is come again. <br /> <br />Now lovers' eyes may gently shoot <br />A flame that will not kill; <br />The drum was angry, but the lute <br />Shall whisper what you will. <br /> <br />Sing Io, Io! for his sake <br />That hath restored your drooping heads; <br />With choice of sweetest flowers make <br />A garden where he treads; <br /> <br />Whilst we whole groves of laurel bring, <br />A petty triumph for his brow, <br />Who is the master of our spring <br />And all the bloom we owe.<br /><br />James Shirley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-restored/
