Ask me no more where Jove bestows, <br /> When June is past, the fading rose; <br /> For in your beauty's orient deep <br /> These flowers as in their causes, sleep. <br /> <br /> Ask me no more whither doth stray <br /> The golden atoms of the day; <br /> For in pure love heaven did prepare <br /> Those powders to enrich your hair. <br /> <br /> Ask me no more whither doth haste <br /> The nightingale when May is past; <br /> For in your sweet dividing throat <br /> She winters and keeps warm her note. <br /> <br /> Ask me no more where those stars light <br /> That downwards fall in dead of night; <br /> For in your eyes they sit, and there, <br /> Fixed become as in their sphere. <br /> <br /> Ask me no more if east or west <br /> The phœnix builds her spicy nest; <br /> For unto you at last she flies, <br /> And in your fragrant bosom dies.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-when-june-is-past-the-fading-rose/
