But These Things Also
But these things also are Spring's -On banks by the roadside the
Long-dead that is greyer
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail
But these things also are Spring's -On banks by the roadside the
Long-dead that is greyer
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail
I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear
Voices of boys were by the river-side
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad
She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes,
The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet,
Methought they softened with a new regret To note in mine unspoken miseries,
And as a prayer from out my heart did rise And struggled...
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time
And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme
Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, Wi...
You'll live, but I'll not; perhaps,
The final turn is that
Oh, how strongly grabs
The secret plot of fate
Have you seen but a bright lily
Before rude hands have touched it
Have you marked but the fall of
Before the soil hath smutched it
(A Negro Serenade) De river is a-glistenin' in de moonlight,
De owl is set'n high up in de tree;
De little stars am twinklin' wid a sof' light,
De night seems only jes fu' you an' me
С душою, для любви открытою широко,
Пришел доверчиво ты к ним
Зачем же в их толпе стоишь ты одиноко
И думой горькою томим