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I cannot tell you how it was;But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and breezy dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last eggs had not…
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sunAnd crocus fires are kindling one by one:Sing, robin, sing;I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring. I wonder…
“A cup for hope!” she said,In springtime ere the bloom was old:The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth’s richer red. “A cup for love!” how low,How soft the words; and all the whileHer blush was rippling with…
O roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.O violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime;Give me the…
Such a hubbub in the nests,Such a bustle and squeak!Nestlings, guiltless of a feather,Learning just to speak,Ask—”And how about the fashions?”From a cavernous beak.Perched on bushes, perched on hedges,Perched on firm hahas,Perched on anything that holds them,Gay papas and grave…
“And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.” The earth was green, the sky was blue: I saw and heard one sunny morn A skylark hang between the two, A singing speck above the corn; A stage below, in…
I wish you were a pleasant wren, And I your small accepted mate;How we’d look down on toilsome men! We’d rise and go to bed at eight Or it may be not quite so late.Then you should see the nest…
O pleasant eventide! Clouds on the western sideGrow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun:The bees and birds, their happy labors done, Seek their close nests and bide. Screened in the leafy wood The stock-doves sit and brood:The very squirrel…
Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet To shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild flowers blow, nor birds dart by With flitting butterfly,Nor grass grow long above our heads and feet,Nor hear the happy lark…
When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented houseI passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange-boughs;From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;They sang, they…