Spring

I KNOW a little garden-close, Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy morn to dewy night,…

Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain…

Ветер-шатун, Мороз-колотун – На Темзе-реке, А ты – вдалеке…

Midst bitten mead and acre shorn, The world without is waste and worn,But here within our orchard-close, The guerdon of its labour shows.O valiant Earth, O happy year That mocks the threat of winter near,And hangs aloft from tree to tree…

I once a King and chief Now am the tree-bark’s thief, Ever ’twixt trunk and leaf Chasing the prey.

What cometh here from west to east awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the rich are sending Aback to those who bade them wake and know.…

Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone;…

Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn! Across the long grass of the marshy plain Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain, Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn…