Sonnet VI. You lofty Pines, co-partners of my woe

William Smith (fl. 1596)

YOU lofty Pines, co-partners of my woe,

When CHLORIS sitteth underneath your shade;

To her those sighs and tears, I pray you show,

Whilst you attending, I for her have made.

Whilst you attending droppèd have sweet balm,

In token that you pity my distress:

ZEPHIRUS hath your stately boughs made calm;

Whilst I, to you my sorrows did express.

The neighbour mountains bendèd have their tops,

When they have heard my rueful melody;

And Elves, in rings about me leap and hop,

To frame my passions to their jollity.

Resounding echoes, from their obscure caves

Reiterate what most my fancy craves.