Thomas Watson - "Each tree did boast the wished spring-time's pride" lyrics

Each tree did boast the wishèd spring-time's pride When solitary in the vale of love I hid myself, so from the world to hide The uncouth pa**ions which my heart did prove, No tree whose branches did not bravely spring, No branch whereon a fine bird did not sit, No bird but did her shrill notes sweetly sing, No song but did contain a lovely dit. Trees, branches, birds, and songs were framèd fair, Fit to allure frail mind to careless ease; But careful was my thought, yet in despair I dwelt, for brittle hope me cannot please. For when I view my love's fair eyes' reflecting I entertain despair, vain hope rejecting.