From Spring Days to Winter For Music
In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
Under the rose-tree's dancing
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and
With pale green nails of polished jade
The seasons send their ruin as they go,
For in the spring the narciss shows its
Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red,
And in the autumn purple violets blow,
The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the
Is blown across the stormy bay
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control
- Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some bo...
IN this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts' full pleasure;
You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, For very weeping is m...
A
NG of gold and a milk-white dove Are goodly gifts for thee, And a hempen rope for your own love To hang upon a tree
For you a House of Ivory (Roses are white in the rose-bower)
A narrow bed for me to lie (White,...
IT is full Winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear The Autumn's gaudy livery whose gold Her jealous brother pilfers, but is true To the green doublet; bitter is the wind, ...
WO crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating victim can atone, And sweet long lips with tears and ki...
HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's prow, and let the foam Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously, And holding wave and wind in boy's despite Peered from his dripping seat acro...
Sweet,
I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clayI had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day
From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer s...
Out of the mid-wood's
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun