Thomas Carew

A Song: When June is Past, the Fading Rose

Thomas Carew pronounced Carey was an English poet Carews poems are sensuous lyrics

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
  When June is past, the fading rose;
  For in your beauty's orient deep
  These flowers as in their causes, sleep.

  Ask me no more whither doth stray
  The golden atoms of the day;
  For in pure love heaven did prepare
  Those powders to enrich your hair.

  Ask me no more whither doth haste
  The nightingale when May is past;
  For in your sweet dividing throat
  She winters and keeps warm her note.

  Ask me no more where those stars light
  That downwards fall in dead of night;
  For in your eyes they sit, and there,
  Fixed become as in their sphere.

  Ask me no more if east or west
  The phÅ“nix builds her spicy nest;
  For unto you at last she flies,
  And in your fragrant bosom dies.