When Snows descend, and robe the Fields

First Line When Snows descend, and robe the Fields
Author James Hervey
Date 1746
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Translation [Nature]. 

Transcribed from Hervey, James. Meditations among the tombs. In a letter to a lady, 1746, pt. 2, p. 99.  Eighteenth Century Collections Online, GALE|CW0119672640.

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When Snows descend, and robe the Fields

In Winter's bright Array;

Touch'd by the Sun, the Lustre melts,

And weeps itself away.

 

When Spring appears; when Violets blow,

And shed a rich Perfume;

How soon the Fragrance breathes its last!

How short-liv'd is the Bloom!

 

Fresh in the Morn, the Summer Rose,

Hangs wither'd ere 'tis Noon;

We scarce enjoy the balmy Gift,

But mourn the Pleasure gone.