WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, <br />Far more welcome than the spring; <br />He that parteth from you never <br />Shall enjoy a spring for ever. <br /> <br />He that to the voice is near <br /> Breaking from your iv'ry pale, <br />Need not walk abroad to hear <br /> The delightful nightingale. <br /> Welcome, welcome, then... <br /> <br />He that looks still on your eyes, <br /> Though the winter have begun <br />To benumb our arteries, <br /> Shall not want the summer's sun. <br /> Welcome, welcome, then... <br /> <br />He that still may see your cheeks, <br /> Where all rareness still reposes, <br />Is a fool if e'er he seeks <br /> Other lilies, other roses. <br /> Welcome, welcome, then... <br /> <br />He to whom your soft lip yields, <br /> And perceives your breath in kissing, <br />All the odours of the fields <br /> Never, never shall be missing. <br /> Welcome, welcome, then... <br /> <br />He that question would anew <br /> What fair Eden was of old, <br />Let him rightly study you, <br /> And a brief of that behold. <br /> Welcome, welcome, then...<br /><br />William Browne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-welcome/
