The lake day was lovely

4th of July weekend three of us sunned in the shimmer on the shore-

Song

Thomas Carew (1594-1640)

Ask me no more where Jove bestowes,

When June is past, the fading rose:

For in your beauties orient deep,

These Flowers as in their causes sleep.

Ask me no more whither doe stray

The golden Atomes of the day:

For in pure love heaven did prepare

Those powders to inrich your hair.

Ask me no more whither doth hast

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 starres 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 Pheniz builds her spicy nest:

For unto you at last she flyes,

And in your frangrant bosome dies.