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A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again.A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain.The half Moon said: These nights are fogged and slow,I…
In my Autumn garden I was fain To mourn among my scattered roses; Alas for that last rosebud which unclosesTo Autumn’s languid sun and rainWhen all the world is on the wane! Which has not felt the sweet constraint of…
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose the world’s delight;Harebells and sweet lilies show a…
Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring: Or if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves, Let them lie hid in double shade of leaves,Their own, and others dropped down withering;For violets suit when home birds build and sing,…
On the wind of January Down flits the snow,Travelling from the frozen North As cold as it can blow.Poor robin redbreast, Look where he comes;Let him in to feel your fire, And toss him of your crumbs.On the wind in…
Frost-locked all the winter,Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,What shall make their sap ascendThat they may put forth shoots?Tips of tender green,Leaf, or blade, or sheath;Telling of the hidden lifeThat breaks forth underneath,Life nursed in its grave by Death.…
Every valley drinks, Every dell and hollow:Where the kind rain sinks and sinks, Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeks Buds will burst their edges,Strip their wool-coats, glue-coats, streaks, In the woods and hedges;Weave a bower of love…
I dwell alone—I dwell alone, alone,Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, Gilded with flashing boats That bring no friend to me:O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, O love-pangs, let me be.Fair fall the freighted boats which…
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;Perhaps some day, who knows?But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,And you’re too curious: fie!You want to hear it? well:Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.Or, after all, perhaps there’s…
‘Sweet Life is dead.’—’Not so: I meet him day by day, Where bluest fountains flow And trees are white as snow, For it is time of May. Even now from long ago He will not say me nay. He is…