FOOLISH prater, what dost thou <br />So early at my window do? <br />Cruel bird, thou'st ta'en away <br />A dream out of my arms to-day; <br />A dream that ne'er must equall'd be <br />By all that waking eyes may see. <br />Thou this damage to repair <br />Nothing half so sweet and fair, <br />Nothing half so good, canst bring, <br />Tho' men say thou bring'st the Spring.<br /><br />Abraham Cowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anacreontics-the-swallow/
