The bark that held a prince went down, The sweeping waves roll'd on;
And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son
He lived—for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain;—Why comes not death to those who mourn
I saw my world again through your
As I would see it again through your children's eyes
Through your eyes it was foreign
Plain hedge hawthorns were peculiar aliens,
Gone, gone again,
May,
June,
July,
Never, never again
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,or during dawn's maiden brightnessor afternoons of sacrifice
Or at the edge of a pale paththat encircles the farmlands,or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,whitened by a shi...
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
It is spring,
And the ledger is opened again
From the abyss where they were frozen, those days suddenly return, those daysthat passed away from your lips, that diedwith all our kisses, unaccounted
The roses return: they are your fra...
The old dream comes again to me:
With May-night stars above,
We two sat under the linden-tree And swore eternal love
Again and again we plighted troth,
Bring her again,
O western wind, Over the western sea
Gentle and good and fair and kind, Bring her again to me
Not that her fancy holds me dear, Not that a hope may be:
I often saw you at the palace of the prince,
And twice at Cui’s I heard you sing for hours
This southern scenery seems colorful indeed,
When you are here among the fallen flowers