A Song: When June is past, the fading roseBY THOMAS CAREWAsk me no more where Jove bestows,When June is past, the fading rose;For in your beauty’s orient deepThese flowers as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither doth strayThe golden atoms of the day;For in pure love heaven did prepareThose powders to enrichContinue reading “When June is Past, The Fading Rose ( Ask me no more where Jove bestows ) : : Thomas Carew : : June Poems: : Months Poems: :”