Francis Quarles’ “Nothing Perfect on Earth”: The Tender Blossoms of April
by Francis Quarles
Even as the soil (which April's gentle showers
Have filled with sweetness and enriched with flowers)
Rears up her sucking plants, still shooting forth
The tender blossoms of her timely birth;
But if denied the beams of cheerly May,
They hang their withered heads, and fade away.
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Francis Quarles