Down By The Salley Gardens
WN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-whitefeet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would notagree
WN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-whitefeet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would notagree
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there - I wonder if they're dry
As down Mount Emerald at eve I came, The mountain moon went all the way with me
Backward I looked, to see the heights aflame With a pale light that glimmered eerily
A little lad undid the rustic latch As hand in hand your cottage we did ...
At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,
There stood for many hundred years A spacious thorn before the gate
Hither came every village maid, And on the boughs her garland hung,
And here, beneath the spreading sh...
Down they go
Hail and snow
Freezes and sneezes and noses will blow
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore
Where the salt smell cheers the land;
Where the tide moves bright under boundless light,
And the surge on the glittering strand;
Down, wanton, down
Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto
up you raise Your angry head and stand at gaze
He that is down need fear no fall, He that is low no pride
He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide
I am content with what I have, Little be it, or much
And,
When the dark comes down, oh, the wind is on the
With lisping laugh and whimper to the red reef's threnody,
The boats are sailing homeward now across the harbor
With many a jest and many a shout from fishing grounds afar
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the
Above the deep river-canyon
There was a little cataract crossed the path, flinging
Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jeweled fern-fronds, bright bubbling
Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;
Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,
Weeping with fast and scourge, when the bridegroom was taken from them
Drop back awhile through the y...